Not so Loverly
A Quick Summery: In the beninng, Lily hates James, exactly why and how much you'll find out but when he tries to save her, it ends up backfiring on him, a little. Follow Lily, her friends, and the mauraders around, on their christmas, and you'll see, that the way they work things out is not so loverly; from enchanted mistletoe, to mysterious gifts, Bertie Bots, Broken hearts, empty classrooms, and the most wonderful christmas gift of all: Love.
Author's note: Normally, I don't like story's where Lily's friends play a big part, but this time it just flowed so nicely together, I wasn't guilty for adding them in as main characters. Anyway, I personally think the story is neat because the way it's narrarated,the only scene changes are in this chapter when they fall asleep, and when they move from the christmas eve dinner, to late at night, otherwise It moves smoothly from person to person in a big circle to tell the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, but the plot, Meg and Oliva.
Chapter 1 Illustration: www . deviantart . com/view/34995313/
Chapter 1: What did not happen.
"I'd just like to thank Minerva and the Prefects for the lovely trees in the halls, the enchanted mistletoe, the ice sculptures and all the glistening decorations around the castle. It helps to have a cheerful atmosphere in these very trying times. " Dumbledore directed applause to the stern, yet smiling, teacher sitting by his side at the head table in the lavish Great Hall. He sat down and The Hall resumed the excited mumble of Christmas spirit.
In the middle of the chattering Gryffindor table a pointy-faced pale girl whispered to a blonde with rosy cheeks, "I wouldn't mind wandering into Potter under some of that mistletoe."
After the two girls broke into a fit of giggles and glanced at said messy, raven-haired boy, down the table, a sour looking girl across the table whispered to her bright-eyed, auburn-haired friend, "I hope she gets nargles in her hideous, thin, hair."
Lily laughed melodiously. "You know they don't really exist, don't you?" She asked
"I know, but It'd just be fun to watch." They both laughed.
Late into Christmas Eve, Lily and her dark-haired friend made their way quickly, and not so stealthily, down a dimly lit corridor. Finally, they collapsed in a fit of giggles in a deserted second floor hall, feet from the girls' bathroom.
"Who knew,"the one on her stomach said, "that Ravenclaws threw such good parties-" she hiccoughed. "We really need to hang out with them more often, Lils."
"We really gotta- hic- get back before we- hic- get caught, Meg." She rolled onto one side. "Where are we?"
"I think-"she hiccoughed and started to giggle again "I think I re-hic-cognise that statue."
"Really?"She looked at the statue. It stood ten feet tall, formless in her eyes, and grey.
"I snogged Black behind it about twenty minutes ago!" She was laughing hysterically now. Lily started to laugh, too. "He's real good, too."
Foot steps echoed down the hall. Even, clicking steps, unaltered by drink.
They scrambled.
Meg made it into a door by her side, but Lily stood up and had no idea what to do. She stumbled, was pulled backwards, and dragged behind the statue.
"Shh..." said a voice by her ear.
"Who's there?" she questioned, voice shaking. She could feel an arm holding her tightly around her stomach.
All of a sudden a silvery cloak flew over her head and a hand clasped over her mouth tightly.
"Shh..." the voice said sternly.
Looking over her shoulder, there was now James Potter, looking slightly serious.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" she tried to say through his hand, but failed. He shot her a slightly mad, slightly questioning look.
Professor McGonagall made her way around the corner, in flannel bedtime attire, levitating a lamp above her head. She looked around, in no particular direction, suspiciously, But continued walking down the corridor, and rounded a corner a ways away.
She felt James sigh behind her as he let her go. Immediately she started to yell.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!"
"Saving your arse, Evans," he whispered, looking her in the eyes sternly.
"Well, thanks and 'bye," she said stiffly, turning to walk away and smacked into thin air. She slid to the floor and rubbed her stinging nose, "Ow..." she whimpered. Through her watering eyes, she saw James bend down beside her.
"Are you alright?"
"Er, yeah., I think." She let go of her nose. "Am I bleeding?"
"No, you're good."
"Good." she stood up to leave again, slower this time. "Er..." She felt an invisible wall with her hand. "Lumos,"she muttered.
Nothing there.
"Aren't you going to leave?" he asked
"Aren't you?" she snapped.
Turning, he too, found the barrier. "Er... I can't."
"Me, either."
James looked up. "Oh, that," He said, and then smiled a crooked smile that meant nothing good for Lily. "Yup, we're trapped."
"What?" He pointed up. She looked.
"Mistletoe."
"Damn," She groaned.
"Well, you know what this means. Pucker-up, Evans, or we'll be here all day."
"I choose the second one."
"What?" She sat down.
"The enchantment should wear off soon." She looked at her watch.
"Merry Christmas."
She screamed.
"Calm down, Evans." He put his hand on her shoulder, laughing, "It's just Christmas."
"Huh?" she grabbed her head. "Get off me. Where- Why are you?" her eyes widened. "Oh God, did we..."
"... no."
"Oh, thank God." She sighed, but then closed her eyes. "Are we under that damned mistletoe still?"
"Er...Yeah..."
"Alright." She covered her face with her hands for minute and said, "God, forgive me."
He stared at her, and then...
She kissed him.
Just like that, and then she ran...
A/N;I did in fact think up this plotline after watching 'Love Actually' . .. In June. The only thing it affected though, was the fact that the storyis around christmas, and , when I walked out to get the mail yesterday, Iwondered why it was so warm . . .
the next chapter: What gift came not with a name, (was the only one I had trouble naming along the lines of the other chapters.) will be up ASAP, I don't like posting only one chapter, especially when the first chapter does not even dabat the awesomeness of the whole story. oh, I want to post the whole thing right now! must. hold. back!
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