Authors note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last fic. (Lily and James) I really appreciate it. Well please r/r this one. If you think it could be improved please let me know how. Constructive criticism only please! Rated P.G-13 cos I've no idea where its going.
Disclaimer: This is only my 2nd fic. And I'm already sick of these things. Well here goes. Everything you recognize belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. Everything else is mine including the plot. If you want to borrow something just ask me.
Opposites Attract
By Lil' Lily
Lily Evans and James Potter were complete opposites. James was a gorgeous, popular, outgoing Marauder with scores of friends and admirers. Lily was a bad-ass, daring and cheeky feminist often said to have an attitude problem. James had a girlfriend in every port where as Lily had no time for boys. James was a star Quidditch player but Lily had never been on a broom in her life, preferring to keep both feet safely on the ground.
The only things they both had in common were that they both attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and neither had much time for the other. It wasn't like they were worst enemies. Far from it. They just didn't get on. Now James was in Gryfinndor and Lily was in Ravenclaw, which meant that the pair only had to put up with each other 3 or 4 times a week. That is until their 4th year. And it was that very year that their whole relationship began to change………………….
It all started on a chilly October evening in the Ravenclaw common room. Lily was curled up in a red leather armchair by the fire, half asleep, when her two best friends, Christina Winters and Haley Davison danced into the room, looking as if Christmas had come early.
"Lily!" squealed Haley. "Have you heard?"
"Heard what?" yawned Lily.
"We're having a Halloween dance!" exclaimed Christina. Lily rolled her eyes. ,
"Yippee!" she grumbled sarcastically. Lily didn't know what had come over her friends. Normally the three of them avoided dances at all costs. After all a dance was just another social event where the girls clung to their dates as if they were incapable of doing anything themselves. Real life was nothing like that and Lily Evans knew more about real life than anyone else. So when a dance rolled around the three friends usually hid in the bathroom, usually in Moaning Myrtles one, and smoked, seeing who could make the biggest smoke rings.
"So what's the big deal?" snapped Lily, gathering up her books. "There's dances all the time and we never go. Why should this time be any different to the last six times?"
"Well because someone asked me," replied Haley.
"You turned him down, right?" asked Lily, spinning round to look at her friend.
"Are you joking?" spluttered Christina. "She was asked by Remus Lupin. As if she'd turn down one of the Marauders."
"You're going to the dance?" asked Lily in disbelief. Haley hesitated and nodded. "I can't believe it," said Lily. "You're going to let some boy steer you around showing you off to all his friends as if you're some sort of prize?" Haley shrugged, secretly thinking that her friend was a bit insane.
"Well, Haley, it's your choice," decided Lily after staring at her friend. "If you want to let some boy act as if he thinks you're the most wonderful creature on earth and then wait for him to dump you mercilessly, be my guest."
"Remus isn't like that," protested Haley.
"Hon," began Lily. "Remus is a Marauder and the Marauders are the worst for that sort of thing. Trust me on this one." She started to make her way upstairs. Christina and Haley glanced at each other for a second before rushing after her.
The three girls sat down by the lake, discussing the ways of boys. All three had cigarettes in their hands. A shadow dropped over them. Or four shadows to be exact.
"Smoking is bad for you," came James Potter's voice, taking Lily's cigarette off her.
"Goodie, it's the Marauders," said Lily, her voice dripping with cynicism. "And by the way, I didn't ask your opinion," snapped Lily, grabbing her cigarette back off James. She took a puff and blew the smoke in James' face. The boys watched as Lily extinguished the cigarette with her finger and flicked it into the lake.
"Finished?" asked Remus.
"Yup," answered Lily, sweetly.
"Well I was just wondering if your still up to going to the dance with me," Remus asked, directing his question at Haley. Haley took a puff of her cigarette.
"I guess," she answered, unenthusiastically.
"How 'bout you Christina?" asked Sirius. "Wanna go with me?" He grinned.
"Sure if no-one else has asked me by then," Christina said, remembering a cliché that was constantly on Lily's lips: Treat them mean keep them keen. Sirius looked shocked but nodded numbly.
"Are you going carrots?" asked James.
"I'll see," said Lily before punching him in the stomach for calling her carrots.
"I guess its true about red heads having tempers then," said Sirius.
"You have no idea," said Haley, lazily.
"We'd really love to stay and chat," said Lily. "But we have something really important to do."
"Like what?" asked James.
"Um, wash our hair," said Lily, imitating the Hufflepuff girls who followed the boys around. They waved cheerfully to the four boys, who were looking after them, shocked expressions on every one of their faces. After all no girl had ever walked away from the Marauders before.
"I like them," said Sirius, having recovered his ability to speak.
"They're different from other girls," said James, in a slightly whining tone.
"Different is good, James," said Remus, shuddering at the thought of the Hufflepuffs.
"Yea," Sirius said. "Different is what we're going for.
They're going to be our next girlfriends," he decided.
"Are they then?" James looked at them skeptically. "They didn't look all that eager to go to the dance with us."
"Even better," grinned Sirius, rubbing his hands together. "I like a bit of a chase." Remus shrugged and made a face at James.
"Treat them mean," began Lily as they walked up to their dorm.
"Keep them keen," finished Christina and Haley.
"That's the way it works," said Lily, nodding in satisfaction.
"So are we going to the dance?" asked Haley.
"Why not?" said Lily, decisively. The three of them grinned. Little did they know that it would be a night none of them would forget.
Disclaimer: This is only my 2nd fic. And I'm already sick of these things. Well here goes. Everything you recognize belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. Everything else is mine including the plot. If you want to borrow something just ask me.
Opposites Attract
By Lil' Lily
Lily Evans and James Potter were complete opposites. James was a gorgeous, popular, outgoing Marauder with scores of friends and admirers. Lily was a bad-ass, daring and cheeky feminist often said to have an attitude problem. James had a girlfriend in every port where as Lily had no time for boys. James was a star Quidditch player but Lily had never been on a broom in her life, preferring to keep both feet safely on the ground.
The only things they both had in common were that they both attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and neither had much time for the other. It wasn't like they were worst enemies. Far from it. They just didn't get on. Now James was in Gryfinndor and Lily was in Ravenclaw, which meant that the pair only had to put up with each other 3 or 4 times a week. That is until their 4th year. And it was that very year that their whole relationship began to change………………….
It all started on a chilly October evening in the Ravenclaw common room. Lily was curled up in a red leather armchair by the fire, half asleep, when her two best friends, Christina Winters and Haley Davison danced into the room, looking as if Christmas had come early.
"Lily!" squealed Haley. "Have you heard?"
"Heard what?" yawned Lily.
"We're having a Halloween dance!" exclaimed Christina. Lily rolled her eyes. ,
"Yippee!" she grumbled sarcastically. Lily didn't know what had come over her friends. Normally the three of them avoided dances at all costs. After all a dance was just another social event where the girls clung to their dates as if they were incapable of doing anything themselves. Real life was nothing like that and Lily Evans knew more about real life than anyone else. So when a dance rolled around the three friends usually hid in the bathroom, usually in Moaning Myrtles one, and smoked, seeing who could make the biggest smoke rings.
"So what's the big deal?" snapped Lily, gathering up her books. "There's dances all the time and we never go. Why should this time be any different to the last six times?"
"Well because someone asked me," replied Haley.
"You turned him down, right?" asked Lily, spinning round to look at her friend.
"Are you joking?" spluttered Christina. "She was asked by Remus Lupin. As if she'd turn down one of the Marauders."
"You're going to the dance?" asked Lily in disbelief. Haley hesitated and nodded. "I can't believe it," said Lily. "You're going to let some boy steer you around showing you off to all his friends as if you're some sort of prize?" Haley shrugged, secretly thinking that her friend was a bit insane.
"Well, Haley, it's your choice," decided Lily after staring at her friend. "If you want to let some boy act as if he thinks you're the most wonderful creature on earth and then wait for him to dump you mercilessly, be my guest."
"Remus isn't like that," protested Haley.
"Hon," began Lily. "Remus is a Marauder and the Marauders are the worst for that sort of thing. Trust me on this one." She started to make her way upstairs. Christina and Haley glanced at each other for a second before rushing after her.
The three girls sat down by the lake, discussing the ways of boys. All three had cigarettes in their hands. A shadow dropped over them. Or four shadows to be exact.
"Smoking is bad for you," came James Potter's voice, taking Lily's cigarette off her.
"Goodie, it's the Marauders," said Lily, her voice dripping with cynicism. "And by the way, I didn't ask your opinion," snapped Lily, grabbing her cigarette back off James. She took a puff and blew the smoke in James' face. The boys watched as Lily extinguished the cigarette with her finger and flicked it into the lake.
"Finished?" asked Remus.
"Yup," answered Lily, sweetly.
"Well I was just wondering if your still up to going to the dance with me," Remus asked, directing his question at Haley. Haley took a puff of her cigarette.
"I guess," she answered, unenthusiastically.
"How 'bout you Christina?" asked Sirius. "Wanna go with me?" He grinned.
"Sure if no-one else has asked me by then," Christina said, remembering a cliché that was constantly on Lily's lips: Treat them mean keep them keen. Sirius looked shocked but nodded numbly.
"Are you going carrots?" asked James.
"I'll see," said Lily before punching him in the stomach for calling her carrots.
"I guess its true about red heads having tempers then," said Sirius.
"You have no idea," said Haley, lazily.
"We'd really love to stay and chat," said Lily. "But we have something really important to do."
"Like what?" asked James.
"Um, wash our hair," said Lily, imitating the Hufflepuff girls who followed the boys around. They waved cheerfully to the four boys, who were looking after them, shocked expressions on every one of their faces. After all no girl had ever walked away from the Marauders before.
"I like them," said Sirius, having recovered his ability to speak.
"They're different from other girls," said James, in a slightly whining tone.
"Different is good, James," said Remus, shuddering at the thought of the Hufflepuffs.
"Yea," Sirius said. "Different is what we're going for.
They're going to be our next girlfriends," he decided.
"Are they then?" James looked at them skeptically. "They didn't look all that eager to go to the dance with us."
"Even better," grinned Sirius, rubbing his hands together. "I like a bit of a chase." Remus shrugged and made a face at James.
"Treat them mean," began Lily as they walked up to their dorm.
"Keep them keen," finished Christina and Haley.
"That's the way it works," said Lily, nodding in satisfaction.
"So are we going to the dance?" asked Haley.
"Why not?" said Lily, decisively. The three of them grinned. Little did they know that it would be a night none of them would forget.