Can't Fight the Moonlight
"I…um…had a nice time
tonight, Lily," Derrick Andrews stuttered when he and Lily reached the portrait
whole for the Gryffindor tower. Lily smiled up at him innocently- or so she
hoped. "Maybe we could…er…do this a-again?"
"Maybe," Lily said coyly,
twisting a lock of long, fiery red hair around her forefinger.
"Okay," Derrick nodded. For
a moment, he hesitated before patting Lily awkwardly on her shoulder, and then
scampered off towards the Ravenclaw tower. Lily burst into hysterics as she
climbed into the empty Gryffindor common room.
Lily Evans was notoriously
known around Hogwarts for going out with the best looking boys- and then
dumping them the same night. No one yet had been able to resist her large
emerald eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, her dry sense of humor, or her
laugh, which was often accompanied by her stunning smile. She was, in simple
terms, breathtaking.
"Break another young,
innocent boy's heart, Ms. Evans?" The question came from an overstuffed arm chair
in front of the fire, occupied by a tall, rather good looking older boy, with
jet black untidy hair, and merry, mischievous blue eyes. He was none other than
the infamous James Potter.
"James!" Lily laughed,
placing a hand over her heart. "You prat; you scared me! What are you doing up
so late?"
"Couldn't sleep," James
shrugged. "What are you doing out so late at night- or should I say, so
early in the morning?"
"Who are you? My mother? I had
a date. Don't tell me you've been sitting here all night long." Lily asked,
leaning against the door frame that led to the girl's dormitory.
"I had Quidditch practice
until late. Brust kept us." Malcolm Brust was the seventh year Gryffindor
Captain, and the Keeper. "Have fun with
Andrews?"
"He's okay. Nothing
serious," Lily smiled, the smile that broke a thousand hearts.
"Never is with you," James
grinned back. At once he sensed he'd struck a nerve, as Lily's face immediately
became inexpressive.
"I better get to bed, or
I'll never be able to get up tomorrow. Night James," Lily bounced off, leaving
James standing alone in the common room.
"Night, Lily."
"So?"
"So what?" Lily asked her
one of her best friends, Raine Haron, as they stumbled through the mass of
bodies trying to get out of a rather exhausting Transfiguration class.
"So, who are you going with
to the Halloween Ball?" Raine sighed dramatically and rolled her big brown
eyes.
"I don't know yet," Lily
said as they walked down towards the Great Hall.
"Lily! You don't have any
idea who you're going with, and we've only got a week left!" Raine seemed to
think this was a cause for alarm.
"Raine, come on. It's not
like I haven't been asked by half of the male population; I'm just waiting for
someone better than the last. Don't you have this…image…of the perfect guy?"
Lily asked, sounding strangely serious and dreamy, as they sat down at the
Gryffindor table for lunch.
"Yeah, and he's name is
Sirius Black."
"Raine!" Lily laughed heartily.
"I'm serious! And stop harassing me, you don't have a date yet either…right?"
Raine pulled a face,
noticeably trying to change the subject. "Lily, we're talking about you here, I have concerns about – "
"Wait a minute. Who're you
going with?" Lily inquired, and when she got no response, she whipped out her
wand. "Raine, come on! I'll put some kind of ridiculous charm on you, if you
don't tell me."
Raine blushed scarlet, and
mumbled something incoherent into her goulash.
"Didn't catch that, Raine,
sorry," Lily snorted cheerfully.
"Sirius."
Lily immediately started
laughing so loudly, that many heads turned and stared her way.
"Okay, Lily, you can't shut
up now."
Lily grinned
apologetically. "I'm sorry, it's just that Sirius and you-"
Raine pulled out her wand.
"Your not the only good one at Charms, Lily Evans."
Lily stuffed a muffin in
her mouth, and chose not to say anything.
"James?" Lily sang gently
as she approached him later that night in the common room. He was bent over a
piece of parchment, scribbling hastily, with his History of Magic book laying
in front of him. His only reply was a grunt. "Come on, I need help with my
Transfiguration homework." There was no reply.
SMACK!
"Oy! Lily, what's your problem?"
James asked, rubbing the side of his head, which had just come in contact with
a bulky Advanced Transfiguration book.
"Sorry," she smiled
sheepishly, and reached out and tenderly rubbed the spot she'd just bruised on
his head. At her touch, James felt his head tingle. 'Must be a headache,'
he thought. 'Yes, I must have a headache coming on.'
"I am in dire need of your
help with my Transfiguration homework," Lily titled her head to the right,
smiling dismally.
"You're sixteen years old,
a prefect, the smartest girl in school, and you still can't do your
Transfiguration homework without-"
"I need help with my
homework, James, not a lecture," Lily said in exasperation.
"Alright," James said with
a smile, slamming his book shut. They practiced turning her chair into a couch,
with Lily often voicing her annoyance ( "When am I ever going to need to
do this?), until the common room had long been empty, and James looked dead on
his feet.
"Improvement," James
yawned, sinking into a couch, a bit taken back when Lily sat down beside him;
he'd assumed she'd head straight upstairs for her beauty sleep.
( 'Not like she needs it,'
James thought unexpectedly.)
They sat in companionable
silence until Lily turned her head slightly and said, "Thanks." Unfortunately,
James was so caught up in thinking that her eyes really were gorgeous and if
she'd object to him kissing her until his lips turned blue, that Lily became a
bit anxious. He was just kind of gawking at her, and his eyes were getting
glassy. 'And he's probably contagious,' she thought, wrinkling her nose.
'Ewwww.'
"James, I, uh, think you
need to get to bed. You look a bit…ill," Lily said, trying in vain to tug James
up.
Was he ill? As she gripped his wrist, he felt his
entire arm burn. 'Damn you, Remus. I knew you had the flu.'
"Er…Remus had the flu about
a week ago, I might have caught it…sorry," James said, trying not to sound as
flustered as he felt.
Lily groaned. "Why didn't
you tell me earlier? Now you're worn-out, I feel really guilty, and I'm
going to have the flu…"
James cracked a smile.
"Don't worry about me. Go to bed- I…want to stay down here a bit longer."
Lily looked at him a bit
apprehensively, but nodded all the same, and staggered to her room, leaving the
Quidditch star to his very bewildered thoughts.
A/N: So…what do you think?
I can't offer you food this time if you review, because I haven't got paid,
therefore I can't buy food. I can offer you my Vanilla Ice CD though…
