Gravity
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. A/N: Hi! This is my second L/J fic. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue Can you win me?...-- The plot seems a little boring to me now. Hohoho… This is my first attempt on writing a drama, humour, and romance story; focusing on Lily and James. Sirius might get a special someone, as might Remus and Peter. Anyway, Read on... Chapter 1-- Unnoticed?
"Wow..,"
That was the first thing that I thought when I first saw her. She was beautiful. I wondered why I had never really noticed her before. Maybe because she doesn't go to any of our classes, considering how young she looked, and for the fact that she'd rather be alone. Hmm, it's even more surprising that she hadn't been chatted up by Sirius.
Evans.
That was her name-- I think. Dang, she was stunning. Her creamy complexion glowed radiantly as she sat on the armchair in front of the fireplace. Her auburn hair lay in loose, soft curls that went up past her shoulders. She was chewing on a sugarquill while writing on a piece of parchment.
She paused for a moment, and looked up as if aware of someone watching her. She caught my eye, and I quickly looked over to the fire; I can already feel hot blood creeping up my cheeks.
Yeah-- I am so whipped.
Are you wondering how I got to finally notice her? How a 6th year, Quidditch Captain and Chaser, part of Troublemaker cronies, and was told to be pretty attractive, found himself taken on a girl that he hardly thought he would give a second glance?
It all started by James Potter, -- that's my name-- who decided to meet up with a friend up in the Library.
I was supposed to meet Sirius there, one of my troublemaker partners, and was late by more than an hour. If you'd known Sirius you would've realized how impatient he could really become, and let's just say that he can be a pretty angry guy.
Well, I was running to the library, heavily breathing. I slowed down when I finally spotted the entrance to the library, and was trying to avoid Madam Pinces' glare for making so much racket.
I was panting as I made my way pass the bookshelves and all the way down to the South--end of the library, where I had agreed to meet Sirius.
My eyes were wandering about, looking for a tall, well--built, 16 year--old boy. And I found him, sitting on a chair in the corner and unsurprisingly-- chatting up to a girl. I should've known.
I pulled up a chair and sat rather loudly beside Sirius. He looked up. "Hey, mate. Where've you been?" I was just in the verge of opening my mouth to answer when he went back to his joke--telling to the girl in front of him.
I heard the joke at least 50 times. He told practically every girl that waved to him, just to make--out with them.
Aah, that's our Sirius.
"And then the guy picked up the phone and--"
The girl smiled, starting intently at Sirius, as though he was telling her the most interesting piece of news ever let out. Sirius stopped talking, and for a second I was confused, and then I saw what it was. Violetta, her hands this time, was on Sirius' and he doesn't seem to mind.
"Oh, Violetta? Want to go up to the Astronomy Tower?..."
I tuned him out again. You would be able to do this automatically when you're around Sirius often. I should've expected this from Sirius-- ignoring your best bud when a seductive girl came along.
I averted my eyes from them, and decided to study the room. It was actually pretty small, compared to the East--end part of the Library which was known for being the biggest room there. The walls were made of the same kind of hard, grey stones; the ones muggle fairytale castles used to be made of.
The candles were almost dying; the light weakly burning, letting trails of wet wax run down the candleholder.
A lump of wax dropped and hit the cold floor with a slight tick.
The room looked eerie in this time of the afternoon; the sunset glow casting a rather ghostly looking shadow around the room.
TAP.
I snapped out of my daze. I looked around the room, the sunset glow casting a ghostly shadow around the place, making it harder for my eyes to focus. When it finally did, my eyes landed on a petite red--haired girl. Apparently she had dropped her wand on the floor and was picking it up.
I stared at her for a moment, studying her features. She was attractive alright, and judging by the Lion badge on her school robe; she was a Gryffindor. I saw her once or twice around the castle, but never really paid much attention. She looked around fifth year, a year younger than me.
Now she was furiously writing on the piece of parchment that lay in front of her on the table. She raised her head and she caught my eye. Both of us quickly turned away-- embarrassed.
I looked at my watch-- 6:42, almost dinner. I stood up abruptly. The girl ignored me and kept on writing. She didn't seem to look as if she was going to go down to dinner any minute soon, so I went out of the room. I didn't even realize that Sirius was gone. I guess I was too caught up in my daze, or the girl for that matter.
Grr, the things hormones can do to you.
And here I am now in the common room. I had just finished dinner and was trying to do my Transfiguration homework. But could not nonetheless, as my eyes kept wandering over to the corner where the fireplace was, and on to a certain girl. She was still scribbling away on the paper.
My, does that girl ever rest?
I shook my head, trying to avert my concentration onto my homework. Transfiguration comes easily for me-- it's like one of my few natural talents other than Quidditch. I can just say the incantation for the spell, and that's all it took-- I completed my week's homework.
I twirled the quill with my fingers rather spectacularly. My other arm was supporting my head, and I just sat there lazily.
I always hated homework. Teachers should be sent to Azkaban for thinking of giving students homework, or schoolwork for that matter.
It should be a sin, a crime.
I heard movement on the corner, and I looked up to see what it was. The girl-- Evans, at least that's what the others called her, was packing up the books that she left on the floor, and randomly put them into a bag. She finally finished and was going up the girl's staircase. My eyes followed her figure until they were out of sight.
"My, James," Sirius exclaimed; apparently he was done from doing whatever he was doing in the Astronomy Tower. He put the back of his hand onto his forehead in an exaggerated manner, "Did you just find a new sunshine in your life?..."
He kept looking at me teasingly. I just rolled my eyes.
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A/N: So how'd you liked it? I don't suppose it was terrific-- but it was done in less than 20 minutes, so don't complain much! Hehe. Anyway, I would love to continue writing this story-- but not until I receive at least 10 reviews alone.
TEN REVIEWS.
That's all it's gonna take for the second chap to be posted. So go on, review!
Love, Clepsydra.
