Hated
By Lunaleth
12.15.2009
Lily Evans hated many things. LJ
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Lily Evans hated ice.
During the winter, it always conspired against her.
I mean, really. The one day she was late to Transfiguration and had to take a shortcut through the courtyard, the whole darn ground just had to be frozen over with ice.
And she slipped, of course. And fell with the grace of a giant bumbling elephant.
She sat there, glaring at the ground, as the cold soaked through to her bum. And then she saw a hand enter her vision, offering help.
Oh, it was a very, very familiar looking hand.
Lily looked up, and saw the friendly face of James Potter smiling down at her.
She grasped his hand and let him pull her up. And then, in spite of the freezing weather, she felt her cheeks heat up.
In spite of her books being scattered every which way, and in spite of the fact that she was late to Transfiguration, she smiled a secret little smile.
She didn't think she hated ice so much anymore.
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Lily Evans hated the color pink.
It was such an ugly, washed out color. Too girly and soft for a confident woman such as herself, she thought.
She walked down the hallways, and scoffed at anyone and everyone who wore the color pink.
I mean really. Had they no sense of shame? Even purple was more understandable.
She marched down the hallway, energized in her pink-hating glory.
As she turned the corner, she saw Potter laughing gaily with his friends.
And he was wearing pink.
And to be honest…pink had never looked so good.
She didn't think she hated pink so much anymore.
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Lily Evans hated her name.
I mean, really. Why on earth would her parents name her after a flower?
She hated flowers. The pollen made her sneeze during allergy season.
And, being the feminist that she was, Lily saw them as base tools used by shallow men to gain the favor of just-as-shallow women.
Besides, it was annoying to be named after a plant. A plant! A stinking, stupid plant.
What idiocy.
Lily stormed down the hallways, glowering. And then she heard a voice behind her call out her name in greeting.
Oh, a very, very familiar voice.
She slowly turned around, and there was Potter, on the other side of the hallway, grinning and waving at her.
She grinned and waved back.
She didn't think she hated her name so much anymore.
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Lily Evans hated James Potter.
No, she really did. Honest she did.
Even though she blushed scarlet whenever she felt his eyes on her. Which was often.
Even though she smiled at him in the hallways. Which was everyday.
She hated him with a passion.
Why else would she get this strange feeling in her stomach every time she saw him? It was like cockroaches were crawling around inside of her.
Eww.
It had to be deep, unyielding hate.
She sat before the fire in the Common Room, hating James Potter.
He walked through the portrait hole, grinning at some joke Sirius had told him.
She felt those cockroaches in her stomach again.
He walked over and sat next to her, smiling.
She kissed him.
More like pounced on him, really.
I couldn't say he made any protests.
Her hate was good enough for him.
Author's Note: A little randomness I wrote while bored during computer programming :)
lunaleth