Opposites Attract
Chapter One
"Ready, Padfoot?" James asked, from one of the railings of the marble staircase, as he mussed up his already untidy hair, before slapping a second year Gryffindor boy high-five.
Sirius Black, who was perched on the top of the railing opposite James', brushed his ebony curls out of his baby-blues, and revealing his handsome features. He stopped a curvy-looking Hufflepuff by the waist, giving her a quick, flirtatious kiss, who blushed and giggled ver girlishly. Then, with a cocky smirk, he glanced back at James and replied:
"Ready, Prongs!"
With that, they slapped each other high-five, then leaned forward, and slid down the long, polished rails. They sped fast down the banisters, whooping and hollering, amid cheers from fellow classmates and younger students, and swooning girls.
"Whoohoo!" James screamed ecstatically, but his adrenaline rush did not last long as he spotted Lily Evans kneeling down, not to far from where he'd land at any moment. She had her wand drawn, as she healed a first-year boy's sliced and bleeding elbowe.
"Now, remember what I told you- no more playing with fanged frizbees." Lily said, smiling sweetly down at the young boy.
The first-year blushed furiously, and pecked her cheek, before muttering an embaressed, "Thanks, Lily!" then hurrying off to meet his friends.
"Lily! Look out!" James called out warningly, but it was a lost cause. He tried slowing down, but he was going too fast to stop.
James- much unlike Sirius, who landed suavely on his feet- slid off the end of the railing, and Lily let out a high-pitched scream as he collided with on the floor. Sirius would have done something to help if he hadn't been distracted by trying to impress a rather snooty-looking Ravenclaw.
"Wow," James thought, for what felt like the umpteenth time that week, blushing, "She's so beautiful."
James wasn't the only guy in the school who had a thing for Lily. Her beauty, modesty, wit, and kind-hearted nature warmed her to everyone around her. The younger students and teachers adored her, and she was often the girl in mostly all the upperclass males' fantasies. But what attracted James so much to her was that she was the only girl he knew he could never have.
Leaning over Lily, James ruffled his hair again, and felt the usual anxiety and determination to prove himself as he often did around LIly, unaware that the attention of the whole entrance hall was fixated on them. He watched her through keen hazel eyes, wondering what she would do if he stayed there, though he could probably already think of the outcome.
"Get off me, right now, Potter." Lily said in a deadly whisper, gritting her teeth angrilly.
"Why?" James asked her cockilly, grinning devilishly down at Lily, and more than a few students laughed.
"Because I said so, now move!" Lily snapped, attempting to sit up, but he was kneeling over her. She slapped his arm hard, leaving her hand-print on his skin.
"And if I don't?" James teased, pinning her down so she couldn't move. The students let out a round of cat-calls and wolf-whistles.
"Then I'll curse you so bad that you're whle family will feel it." Lily threatened James. When he made no attempt to move, Lily pushed him- much harder than necessary- off of her. "Grow up, Potter." Lily growled, "You're seventeen, not eleven."
And with that, Lily turned on her heels, and stormed up the marble staircase, her fiery red hair whipping behind her as she marched out of the entrance hall and out of sight.
"Why the hell do I have to screw everything up?" James cursed himself out loud, wanting to kick himself for how dumb he had just acted.
As if James didn't feel bad enough about himself already, Peeves the poltergeist decided to swoop in, chucking students undergarments- which he had most-likely stolen from the laundry room- at James, screeching, "OOH, ICKLY POTHEAD GOT REJECTED BY HIS CRUSHY-WUSHY...AGAIN!!"
"STUFF IT!" James bellowed angrilly, and Peeves disappeared through the ceiling, still cackling maniacally.
Angry, James stalked out of the entrance hall doors and out onto the grounds, regardless of the fact that it was after-hours, and too frusterated to notice that he had a pair of lacy panties hanging from his left ear.
