Disclaimer: Um yeah…I own it. Mhm. RIIIIIIGHT.
A/N: Right, so, a new time in my life and a new story. I don't know how long this will be, but it will last (hopefully) at least a couple of chapters.
Conversations With Connie
Chapter One: In Which a Bet Goes Wrong
Hogwarts, the esteemed school of witchcraft and wizardry, was oddly quiet. There were no students in the corridors, no children wrecking havoc in the great hall, and surprisingly, no young couples snogging madly in broom closets.
Instead, the majority of the student body was gathered outside, not far from the lake, in a large ring.
In the center of that ring stood the infamous Head Boy and Head Girl.
Which could only mean on thing: Trouble.
And everyone wanted a front row seat to watch what went down. The crowd shoved, shouldered, elbowed and prodded each other, all fighting to see what was happening.
"JAMES POTTER JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Ah yes, Lily Evans, the Head Girl. She was quite a sight that afternoon. Her hair was a soft auburn colour, and curled loosely over her shoulders. Her face was flushed pink with anger, and her eyes held what some might have called a maniacal gleam.
"Come on, love, it's only a matter of time."
And there was James Potter, the Head Boy by some fluke chance, smiling smugly at her, which only served to anger Lily even more. He ran a hand roughly through his black, unkempt hair, and then fixed his glasses. Lily's face grew hot with anger.
"Only a matter of time until what, Potter?"
James took a step closer, and leaned in slightly, as if what he was about to say was a well guarded secret.
"Why, until you fall in love with me, of course."
Lily was filled with so much unadulterated rage that she could have slapped him.
In fact, she did.
James gingerly rubbed his now sore cheek.
"You," she growled, jabbing a slender finger into the center of his well muscled chest, "are a prat. I will never fall in love with you."
And there it was; his opening. James had been waiting for her to say that since the moment he had initiated the argument. You see, James Potter had a plan.
"Are you sure about that, Lily my sweet?" he baited.
"Yes, I'm sure," she snapped, "And stop with the pet names," she added angrily.
James face split into a charming, provocative smile.
"So then you wouldn't be opposed to a little wager, then?"
Lily's brilliant green eyes narrowed, "What sort of bet are we talking about, Potter?"
"Oh nothing too complicated, I just get to kiss you for as long as I like-"
"No!" she shouted, cutting him off, "No bloody way!"
"But Lily," James said, wearing a smile to rival the Cheshire cat, "You just said that you'd never fall in love with me, so what harm is there in a kiss?"
She seemed to contemplate it for a minute.
She frowned and then eyed him warily, "What's in it for me?"
"As I was saying," he said, smiling yet again, "I get to kiss you for as long as I like. And if at the end of that kiss, you don't have even the slightest urge to do it again, I'll…" he let his sentence trail off, for the first time worried about what he was willing to wager.
"You'll, what, Potter?"
He too a deep breath.
"I'll never speak to you again."
A momentary hush fell over the crowd as they waited for Lily's response. Her pretty, pink mouth curved into a vivacious smile.
"Mr Potter, you have got your self a deal."
The crowd burst into a frienzy. They practically vibrated with excitement as James took a step towards Lily. The onlookers fell reverantly silent as he gently placed a hand on her cheek. He hesitated, searching her face for a moment.
"Well come on, Potter," she prodded, "Let's get this debacle over with."
James briefly contemplated backing out of the deal, but instead, lowered his head to Lily, and kissed her softly on the mouth.
The kiss started out slowly, tentatively, as James tried to coax a response from Lily, but she simply stood stock still in his arms. And then, something miraculous happened; Lily Evans started kissing him back.
James felt his heart fill with glee. He deepened the kiss, and it started to grow more passionate. His hands were fisted in her hair, and Lily had her hands on his chest. She gently started walking him backwards, kissing him all the while.
And then she hastily pulled away, wiped her arm across her mouth, glared at James and with one great push, she shoved him into the lake. James spluttered for air when he got to the surface.
"Happy, James? You got your kiss and I never want to do that again, now LEAVE ME ALONE!" she shouted fiercely, turning sharply on her heel and striding back to the castle.
Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew hurried over to help their friend out of the lake.
"Tough luck, mate," Sirius said, offering James a hand. James took it, and hauled himself up. He took his glasses off, dried them, replaced them, and then took a good look at his sopped wet clothes before letting out a deep sigh.
"What are you going to do now, Prongs?" Remus asked, gazing questioningly at his long time friend. James furrowed his brow.
"I don't know, Moony," he said, running a hand absent-mindedly through his wet hair, "But on the bright side, she called me James."
A/N: Ok, so let me know what you think so far. Review please!
