Of Lies, Flowers, and DSL's
Bewilderment
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Smile, Lily, smile, thought Lily Evans to herself when she went down to breakfast that morning. I'm sure no one will be bold enough to ask what's going on with the dancing—
"Lily! What happened last night, huh? What was that whole pole thing about?" A high shrill voice spewed these words very fast and very excitedly. Lily groaned inwardly.
"Look, Lola, you were there. You saw what happened. Form your opinion on that," Lily snapped, looking down at the younger girl with disdain.
"But…" said Lola Creevey, looking slightly put out, "…you told us that most everything isn't what it seems. You also said that there was most likely a story behind everything. And it did seem unlike you to give a lap dance to Potter even though I'm sure he liked it—"
"LOLA!" An exasperated Lily tried to maintain composure. "I can't deal with this now, okay?"
"Well, I'd guess you'd have a hangover after all the serious partying and all, you know, and then what with that embarrassing incident in the corner, you know—" Lola was cut off once again, but this time Lily didn't seem angry or frustrated, merely curious with an ugly thought lurking in the back of her mind. It was as if she didn't want to hear what she suspected.
"What 'embarrassing incident'?" asked Lily warily.
Lola was only too glad to talk. "It was with Potter again. I mean, Sonya said that you both really liked each other and all but I'd never much seen you guys talk to each other. And I mean, even last night wasn't much…talking." Lola chuckled uneasily.
After this hint, Lily was even more hesitant to hear what she'd supposedly done. "Lola," she said warningly. "Continue."
Lola looked over her shoulder at her friend Sonya, who was nodding encouragingly. Lily didn't trust Sonya at all and suspected that Lola was a pawn for her schemes. Lola was entirely too trusting, and her obvious admiration of Lily looked as if it was a constant annoyance to Sonya. "I-I…I got t-t-to go," stuttered Lola, and dashed away, ignoring all Lily's calls.
After this incident, Sonya walked smoothly and confidently up to the stunned redhead. "Look, honey." Sonya shifted her weight onto one foot and looked to see if any wizards were looking at her tight robes. "I know that you're not a virgin—"
"Who said I'm not?" demanded Lily indignantly, choosing at the moment to overlook the fact that she wasn't.
"Honey, it's obvious. And between you and me, I heard you weren't very good."
"What!" sputtered Lily, totally dumbfounded.
"Gosh, Lily, don't look so clueless. And yet they say you're not the ditsy one." Sonya looked fluently and significantly over at Melanie.
Lily looked around to get her bearings, and seemed to find some self-possession in the faces of her fellow Gryffindors. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Sonya so levelly that the latter girl looked daunted for a second. "Get to the point," she spat.
"Hey!" exclaimed Sonya, clearly offended. "Shut those DSL's and show some respect."
"Respect? For what? And what do you mean by DSL?" Lily was incensed.
"Stop with the questions." Sonya was clearly enjoying herself and taking her own sweet time.
"Get to the point," Lily insisted again.
"I guess you don't remember anything from last night, do you? Maybe that trip to the corner where everyone could see was a little much for your memory."
Lily narrowed her eyes at Sonya. "Fine, if you're so sure, what the hell did I do?"
"Gosh," said Sonya with disgust. "You really don't remember, do you? Must've been those tequila shots, hmm?" Lily looked murderous. "Well," continued Sonya a little hastily, "You blew James Potter while he was on that blue chair in the corner of the common room last night. The least you could have done was kept such pornographic sights away from the first years," said Sonya virtuously.
"Shut up, Krutowsky," Lily hissed. She turned on her heel and strode away, ignoring the laughter of her classmate and fellow-(traitor)Gryffindor Sonya and her Slytherin friend Nancy.
"Melanie!" blurted Lily. "You'll never guess what Sonya just said to me!" Lily looked at her blue-eyed friend in the eye; they were both seated at the Gryffindor table. If Lily glanced up and slightly to the left, she could still see Sonya glaring at her.
"I have some idea," muttered Melanie a little incoherently.
"What?"
Melanie shook her head and sighed. "What did she say?" said Mel patiently.
"She went into this whole thing about what I did in the common room last night after we took all those tequila shots! And I didn't think I was so plastered as to not remember a single thing of what she was talking about." All the same, Lily could feel a nagging doubt in her mind, for last night's events were fuzzy in her mind. She turned to Melanie. "Do you remember any of that?"
Melanie shrugged. "Not really. We got split up but there was a lot of people crowded around you and James for awhile. Everyone says you gave him head and that they saw everything."
"Well, Sonya was saying something about DSL's and stuff but I don't know what she meant by that."
The tolerant Melanie shrugged again.
"I got it!" exclaimed Lily. "It means….oh. It means…"
"Yeah." Morgan then said what Lily was too ashamed to say herself. "Dick-sucking lips."
Jeez! thought Lily to herself. This morning I thought that people would just be crazy because of a little dancing I did.
All the same, many girls' conversations were buzzing with the antics of Lily Evans.
"Evans! Please keep your eyes forward. If I have to warn you again, you'll be out of this classroom. Do I make myself clear?" Professor McGonagall stared Lily in the eye. She looked back guiltily and swallowed.
"Yes, Professor."
For the fiftieth time that morning, a wad of crumpled parchment exploded against her head. Lily bit her lip, hard, and tried to exercise every ounce of self-control not to turn around and chew the back row out. It was for this that she was in trouble, and she contented herself with throwing a murderous glare over her shoulder.
"Evans!"
Damn it.
"Out! Out this minute!"
"But, Professor, I was being—"
"If you disturb my class one more time I'll turn you into a bowl of cream!"
Lily stared at her livid teacher in fascination. All the yelling had driven her hair away from its normally tight position, perched atop her head, and drops of spittle showed themselves at the corner of her mouth. Another harsher glance, and Lily took her cue. She scurried out of the room swiftly and shut the door behind her.
Outside, she held leaned her back against the wall and set her bag of books on the ground next to her. Now what was she supposed to do?
An hour later found Lily in her the common room, surrounded by discarded books and a consoling Katie. They were sitting next to a window, and Lily could see people giving her pointed glimpses, their eyes traveling from the blue chair in the corner to herself.
"Well, I'm sure no one remembers your otherwise memorable dance around the pole," joked Katie, trying to make her red-haired friend feel better.
"Shut it, Katie," snapped Lily, who was getting more than a little fed up with one more meaningful glance. Katie turned her head with a slightly hurt expression, and Lily suddenly felt ungrateful.
"Oh, Katie, I didn't mean to," she gushed. "I don't even remember what happened last night. What were we drinking? I remember dancing around that pole but that's just about it. Well, and that I kissed Andrew once."
Katie patted Lily on the head. "I think we were playing 'Never Have I Ever', and I'm pretty sure it was tequila. Sonya was the one who was pouring every one drinks, and I doubt that many other Gryffindors remember much of what happened. We were all wasted beyond common sense."
"Shit, Katie! I don't even like tequila. And last night…it's just like a haze, man. This sucks."
"Remember that part earlier?"
"Remember? I can't remember anything!" retorted Lily.
Katie sighed impatiently. "No, not that. This was before you were drunk…in the hallway outside the portrait hole?"
Lily furled her brow and thought hard. "There was something with—with James, I remember. And. Oh gosh. I embarrassed myself so bad."
Katie nodded sympathetically as Lily stumbled on. "And he asked if…oh, I remember now. I feel like I should get stoned again. Why'd you make me remember that?"
Katie shook her head, brown curls swinging.
Lily gripped her own mass of hair in her hands. "I'm going to take a nap. I'm going—hell, I'm going to skip dinner and sleep through the night. I need to make up sleep. Badly."
"Okay. Should I save anything for you?"
"You're a doll, Katie. No, that's okay. Well, maybe just a roll. Yeah, that would be great."
Katie stood up silently, taking this all in. "Sleep tight, Lily. I hope you feel better in the morning."
Lily stood up as well, throwing out her arms in a stretch that nearly socked Katie's jaw. She yawned loudly, and Katie could see the very back molars in her mouth. Gross.
"Put that away!" she laughed as she flapped a hand towards Lily's face.
They both parted ways, grinning and exchanging closing remarks. After all, the sooner they tried to put this episode behind them, the better.
James groaned as the rest of the Marauders watched the retreating back of Sonya (swinging hips included), and leaned farther back on the couch in front of the fire. "I don't even remember that. I don't remember the…y'know…or anything. I remember talking to her, and like, puking afterwards, but I don't remember that!"
Remus looked at the faces of his fellow Marauders, and Sirius looked back, his eyes wide and an expression one of total confusion. "How can you not remember a single thing of…that?" Sirius asked, bewildered.
James just put his head in his hands.
"I mean, I've been drunk and…done it…myself, but you always remember the…peak."
"Where did you get such a complicated word, Sirius?" laughed Remus. "I mean, peak. That's pretty high-tech."
Sirius scowled, and James chuckled for the first time since he'd had to deal with Sonya. "Come on, Sirius, we were just giggin' you."
Remus noticed that his friend still look sulky. "Seriously, Sirius," he said, which was guaranteed a laugh. Sure enough, Sirius' face cracked into a smile.
"Her friend, man. She's supposedly hot. Have you checked out that Katie girl?" asked Sirius, seemingly happy about this change of subject.
"Yeah. Legs the length of the Thames," said Peter. The other three looked at him, and he shut his mouth quickly.
"Maybe you should take her for a ride, Remus," said Sirius, who knew that his friend had crushed over her in the past. "But if you don't snap her up quick, I'll be taking her myself."
"Bug off," grunted Remus. He picked up the fuzzy pillow that had been behind his back and threw it, hard, at Sirius.
"Ooooh, sensitive, are we?" Sirius made his voice reach higher octaves as he lightly tossed the pillow at Remus. As an answer, Remus faked standing up, making Sirius leap up as well and begin to make a mad dash for the portrait hole. He stopped abruptly when he realized Remus had sat down again.
Peter laughed a little too forcedly, and the others stared at him. Remus dropped the pillow and looked disapprovingly at him, while Sirius turned around and just looked annoyed. Peter stopped laughing suddenly, his face instantly going seriously. You'd have thought he was at a funeral by that expression.
"Let's go to dinner," said James curtly.
Sonya grinned maliciously as she walked away from the Marauders, who were grouped around the fire. She was pretty sure they'd eaten her words, just as Lily and everyone else in the entire school had done. Suckers. She was always sure that she'd blown their minds with her saucy attitude and impeccable looks.
They were probably wondering about the enigma that was she instead of the content of her words. Boys! She laughed softly to herself. They were so easy to manipulate. She could feel her personality shaping their impressionable minds, and how they were most likely thinking to themselves how amazing she was. If indeed they did think.
As she climbed the staircase to her dorm room, she bumped into Lola Creevey, quite literally. "Lola!" she snapped. "What the hell are you doing?"
Lola, who was a year younger than the 16-year-old Sonya, smiled nervously. "Hey, Sonya. How're you?"
Sonya looked at Lola in disgust. "Get away, you gross fifth year."
"But you liked me this morning!" exclaimed Lola in confusion and shock. "You said I was a good person!"
Sonya sighed, annoyed. "Look, get out of my way and I'll promise not to hurt you."
Lola finally got the message. With one last hangdog look cast in Sonya's direction, she scampered around the girl she'd bumped into, and down the stairs.
Sonya laughed and continued her journey to her dormitory to get her diet book, Horned Toads to Gasping Lizards: A Witch's Guide to Weight Loss. They didn't teach anything so useful as the art of keeping one's appearance beautiful through weight loss and makeup charms, which, Sonya reflected, some girls could really use.
This thought of beauty, as usual, brought her mind to Lily Evans. Why the hell did she get to be so perfect? Trashy, failing classes, and considered the easiest girl of the school, Sonya was just about the opposite of Lily. And secretly, Sonya wanted to be liked, smart, and beautiful. She wanted the respect that usually went hand-in-hand with these things. As it was, she relied on using others as pawns.
"Damn it," said Sonya aloud when she found herself at the door of her dorm room and found it locked. Muttering to herself, she unlocked the door with a charm and walked in. There, on Lily's bed, were dozens of lilies. They were piled high, and the room smelt strongly of the fragrant flowers. Sonya cursed, slammed the door behind her, and left without her diet book.
The Night Before
"So, what I mean is that you'd have to hit him pretty hard. I don't think that they can just get knocked out from the pain alone," Lily Evans, sixteen year-old youth in entirety, was saying.
"But if there's a pressure point there—" started Lily's friend, Katie.
"Well, if there's a pressure point it's a whole different story. Pressure points'll make you go out like that." Lily snapped her fingers, the "pop" echoing in the stony Hogwarts' corridors.
Katie shrugged, and moved to change the conversation completely. "How about that James Potter? He's so amazing, and really good-looking," she said.
Lily, pulled up short by this change, spoke the first thing that came to her mind. "I heard he was a jackass in the sack and that he's like, this long—" she held up her pinkie finger "—and I don't much like someone so incompetent."
James Potter was standing next to the portrait hole, whispering the password, when voices—steadily growing in volume—arrested his ears. So I'm a jackass in the sack? He asked himself. What does that even mean? And, as if he saw Lily's pinkie finger (it was a common enough expression around that school), he thought: I am much bigger than that.
Turning around, he faced Lily and Katie as they turned the corner, both giggling at Lily's tirade. They froze when they saw it was the boy they'd been trashing behind his back, and stared at him, their eyes wide.
He raised his eyebrows. "What?"
They shook their heads, vehemently, hoping against hope that they could deny their way out of this. James spun round to crawl into the portrait hole, his muscular body folding in itself to fit.
"Gosh!" exclaimed Lily.
Finishing her thought, Katie said, "It couldn't have gone any worse. One of the most popular and good-looking guys in the school! We're so stupid."
"I need to get wasted," Lily said. "That sucked so much."
"I could use a little forgetting myself," Katie remarked.
An hour later, there was a roaring party in the common room. Katie (who was Muggleborn) had had three bottles of tequila—she'd gotten them from her parent's liquor cabinet and was saving them for a good occasion in her trunk—she brought down. Someone else (probably the Marauders, who could find and buy alcohol, though underage, like no other) brought in some fire whiskey, and there were games of quarters and "Never Have I Ever" being played throughout the common room.
Sonya was manning the "Never Have I Ever" table, pouring tequila as liberally as if she'd had thirty bottles instead of three. When Lily and Katie (who'd really got this party off its butt and through the roof) came to play, she devised a plan. She was amidst masses of drunken people, and she doubted that many would remember the night in much detail.
When two games of "Never Have I Ever" had been lost and won, Lily stood up. She was feeling a little woozy and unsure of herself, but music was playing and she couldn't resist its pull. In a clearing behind the big couch, there was a dancing and a pole in the middle. The next thing Lily knew, she was giving that pole the best time of its life.
Half an hour later, Lily was crashed at the foot of a comfortably blue chair. James was rested in its depths, his legs swung over the armrest and his neck residing on a pillow. Lily's back and the top of her head were within his arm's reach, and they were talking and flirting with slurred voices and steamy hands.
"I dunno, James, if you had three, I think they'd like it," said Lily loudly and unclearly.
"If I had three, I'd be a…a…a what?" James cut off his sentence, forgetting what he'd been saying.
"Y'know what! You're drunk!" Lily giggled impossibly.
"Well, if I'm drunk, then you're plastered out of your shitdamned mind!"
To an outsider, their voices were low and breathy, their words flat and strung together. Articulation was more of a handicap then than it ever was.
They were laughing so much—all troubles left with their consciousness—that a few people drifted over to join in their tittering conversation. They started a game of Wills and Wiles (though mostly laughter, considering their altered state).
It was agreed upon that Lily was an amazing pole dancer. "You know who could be a stripper? Lily!" sniggered James.
Lily laughed until she was gasping for air.
At two, the party began dying. Lily and Katie went up to their dorms and fell asleep in their clothes.
When they woke up the next morning, they had hangovers the size of Ireland. Lily couldn't wake Katie enough to get her up and showered, so she was left asleep. Melanie was casting odd looks Lily's way in the morning, but then again, her bed was next to Sonya's. Lily and Katie had fallen asleep the second they'd sat down and Sandy hadn't gone to the party at all, while Sonya and some of the others (including Melanie) had come up later.
The next day at dinner, a fight broke out among the girls over the lyrics of "Seasons Don't Fear The Reaper". Has Blue Oyster Cult ever been so misunderstood since?
"No!" screamed Sonya as she pulled the hair of Melanie. Melanie lunged back at her, yelling something about Romeo and Juliet and their togetherness in eternity. "Duh!" said Sonya with some effort. "They don't fear the Reaper!"
"But it said…" Melanie grunted. "It said…we do fear it." Berta came up behind them and bashed both of their heads. What a lot of pent-up rage. Or hormones.
"You're both wrong!" she said. "It's the singers who fear it."
The Marauders watched the whole thing. "Rrrower!" James made a pretty convincing cat noise.
Sirius strutted over to where their wands were forgotten, on the table. "Let's just make sure they don't rediscover these…." He laughed as he pocketed them.
Peter was watching the fight, eyes glistening. Remus got a good look of this exhibit of unhealthy obsession, and he caught James' eye, jerking his thumb at Peter. "This blows," said James as Sammy leaped on top of the writhing pile of girls. "Let's go."
"But, James," began Sirius. James tilted his head at Peter, and Sirius all at once understood. "Yeah," he said, changing his mind. "Let's go."
They left, leaving Peter to watch, entranced, only to jump a few minutes later as the ladies got in trouble. In a second he was off and running, looking for the ones he called his friends.
"Sonya! Melanie! Berta! Samantha! I cannot believe you'd go to such extremes in the Great Hall. At dinner, no less. I am horribly disappointed. You all have detention for the next month. No, don't try to say anything. There's no way you can get out of it." The stern professor scowled at the line of girls.
"Off, with all of you!" she said.
"One day," muttered Sonya, "I'm going to get you in trouble for threatening the students."
"What's that, Ms. Krutowsky?" demanded McGonagall.
"Nothing!" Sonya pasted a fake smile on her face.
Needless to say, there was a big mess and a row of glowering teachers when Katie and Lily walked in half an hour later with flowers behind their ears, fashionably late for dinner.