N/A I felt like doing a holiday piece.
Lily Evans. She's not the smartest student in school. No, that's Clara Glow, a rather quiet and mouse-like sixth year Ravenclaw. Who (at least far as anyone knows) has spent every single afternoon since she started Hogwarts studying in the library. Clara's also a "Pure Blood". Lily Evans is a "Muggle born".
She's not the prettiest girl in school. That would be Flora Callahan, a polite, poised, and pale, dark-haired fifth year Slytherien. Not to mention one that comes from a particularly rich and prestigious "Pure blood" family. Almost no guy can deny her beauty. Almost no guy.
One of those few would be James Potter. He thinks Lily Evans is the prettiest, smartest, most amazing girl in the entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She finds him amazingly annoying.
In her mind only one thing is more so. Luckily she only has to deal with it for a short couple of days, the days before she goes home for the holidays. A rather mischievous plant called mistletoe. And at Hogwarts it's even harder to avoid then in the "Muggle" world.
Lily and most others don't just have to check every door frame and overhang. For mistletoe is actually almost never stationary here. It appears wherever and whenever it wants. And it won't leave till it's satisfied. So pretty much till the people beneath it kiss, they are tracked by it constantly and prevented from going more then a foot a way from each other. Torture to those caught, wonderful entertainment to those surrounding.
Lily Evans, much to her annoyance, has been caught a handful of times herself. To a handful of different guys. Four stand through her memory most of all. Their all connected. Their all friends. And as far as their concerned as a group, only two have kissed Lily. And as far as one of them is concerned, only he has. And no one else should.
Only she truly knows what they hide from each other. And she's definitely not going to tell anyone any time soon. She wants to forget more then anything.
Because of that dreaded plant, she has had to kiss: A coward, a rather flustered Romeo, an incredibly surprised trickster and a werewolf. In that exact order, over a series of seven years, Lily kissed the Marauders. Every, single, one of them, once each.
N/A Because of this dreaded plant I have challenged my self to write a Lily/James Lily/Sirius Lily/Remus Lily/Peter Holiday piece.