A/N: Here's a short lil fic. :) It's James/Lily Love/Hate and I hope you like it. It will be up to one, two, or three chapters at the most. Or, depending on reviews or such, more. This takes place in their seventh year. Thanks for reading all my other fics. ~_^ Please R/R. -Jess
"Hush little baby, don't say a word. Momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird don't sing. . .Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring," he heard a soft voice signing as he walked down the hallway. It was coming from a room near the end of the hallway.
Everything seemed to be in a haze as he opened that wooden, white painted door. He slowly stepped in and gazed towards the window. A woman with flaming red hair sat with her back turned towards him, holding a small infant in her slender arms.
"Oh, Harry," she whispered lovingly. "You're so tired. But you got to stay awake till Daddy gets home."
He stepped on a creaking floor board.
The woman whirled around with the child called Harry held in her arms. She had sparkling, emerald green eyes and her whole body radiated a sense of happiness. "Honey, you're home!" The baby gurgled and waved its frail arms about, saying, "Dada."
He stood there, eyes brimmed with tears, a painful and yet happy smile on his face. "Hey, Love," he found himself saying, his feet automatically moving towards her and kissing her nose softly. "Did you have a good day?"
She laughed softly, the sound musical and mesmorizing. "Yes, it was wonderful. How was yours?"
"Great. I spent my whole day thinking about you," he whispered. His gazed softened. "I love you, L-"
Suddenly, it all melted away from him and darkness came to take him. He heard screams, a feminine voice pleading with a tearful tone, "No! Not Harry! Please, anything but Harry! Take me instead! Please don't take the baby! Anything but the baby! Harry!"
A flash of green light spread out to reach him and then -
James Potter awoke with a start, breathing short and shallow, his body bathed in a cold sweat.
In a rush, he reached out with a shaky hand to grab his glasses, reaching about in the darkness. His hand clasped about them and he put them on, running a hand through his unruly black hair. He snatched his wand from the nightstand, jumping out of his bed and running out the door.
"Lily," he kept muttering as he rushed down the stairs, across the common room and up the girl's stairs. "Lily."
The dream and nightmare still fresh in his mind, he forgot for those few moments that Lily Evans was by far his worst enemy for going on seven years. He forgot that he was Head Boy and she Head Girl as he ran about at this unGodly hour. He forgot that he was Seeker and Captain of the Quidditch team, making a bad example as he was a major idol for others. And he forgot that he was the most popular girl in school and the fact that girls swarmed about him.
All that mattered was getting to that certain flaming-haired girl.
He quietly opened the door to her room and stepped in, softly padding over to where he saw her silhoutte bundled in red comforters. He stopped just beside her bed and looked down at her gorgeous face.
Gorgeous? James thought as he gazed at how calm and tranquil her faced looked. Gorgeous. . .
She was OK. And now he could get back to sleep.
He was turning the doorknob when a voice whispered, "James? What are you doing?" He whirled and saw Lily there, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"Nothing, Evans," he said coldly as he once again remembered they never were friends by the cool glare on her face. "Just seeing how best to make that ugly face of yours even more hideous than it already is." His dream was now forgotten momentarily. He wouldn't think of it for many more months.
A pillow whizzed by his head, his hairs fluttering as the air whooshed past him. "Get. Out. POTTER!"
"Night, Evans," he said, opening the door and slamming it behind him. He headed back to his room and fell asleep.
Chapter 1: Great Breakfast Situations
The Great Hall was particulary roudy this morning as the students of Hogwarts whispered excitedly about the upcoming game: Gryffindor Versus Slytherin.
The Gryffindors hadn't won this many games in a decade! The Slytherins had always won the games, but Gryffindor was prepared and ready than ever this time.
"James," Mandy said from across the table, "Pass me the orange juice, please."
"Sure, Mandy," he replied while passing her the juice as she buttered her bread.
"Sure, Mandy," Lily mimicked quietly, receiving snickers from her group of fans - she was the prettiest, smartest, and most popular girl in school, after all. "I'll do *anything* for you, Jamsie." She fluttered her eyelashes exaggeratedly.
"Evans, do you have a problem?" James asked, setting down his spoon rather harshly - it was more of a slam - and casting her a dark look with narrowed, brown eyes.
She smirked in satisfaction, whispering before drinking from her goblet, "Just look out for your cereal. I'm sure you'll get a 'pleasant' surprise."
The girls sniggered and Siruis, Remus, and Peter raised their eyebrows, concealing smiles and turning back to their plates.
James didn't seem to have heard the comment as he raised his spoon to his mouth and took a gulp of cereal.
Lily watched from the corner of her eyes as a thought bubble slowly appeared above his head and thoughts and pictures immediately filled it.
A picture of Snape and a fly swatter appeared, the bug crusher swatting him down to the size of an ant. A foot appeared and squashed the miniture Snape.
Another picture of McGonagall appeared, the cartoon animated teacher danced around in a disco dance. A banana appeared and the professor tripped, landing flat on her face. A chibi James appeared, with the words, 'AHAHAHA!' appearing as he threw his head back and laughed.
The black haired, black eyed boy next to him called, Sirius, James' best friend, choked on his milk as he laughed.
James shot him a questionable glance. He just shrugged and grinned. James turned back to his cereal, unaware of everybody in the Great Hall staring at him, because everytime he ate a spoonful of his cereal, the bubble above his head got bigger and bigger.
McGonagall angrily stormed over to where James sat, pulling him up by his robes. "What is the meaning of this!?"
"Sir - I mean ma'am! I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't do it this time! Honest!"
"Then who did," she replied coldly.
"I did, Professor!" Lily exclaimed, standing up. She wasn't going to let anyone else have the credit of her prank, even if it cost her a detention or two.
"Undo the charm, Lily."
Lily nodded and pointed her wand at James, muttering "Shrinkerio!"
"Detention - both of you!"
"But, Professor," James protest. "I didn't do anything-"
"Two detentions, Potter, for your big mouth!" she snapped. "Do I need to give you a whole weeks worth?"
James hunched his shoulders. "No, Professor," he muttered.
"Good. Come by this afternoon to receive them - I'll have to decide your punishments." Then she turned on her heel and stormed out of the Great Hall.
"Great, Evans, she hates me enough as it is!"
"Hey, I warned you."
"She did, James," Remus spoke up, laughter in his eyes, before he could protest. "We all heard it."
"Gr. . .I'm going."
"I'm coming with you!" his girlfriend, Mandy, his blond haired, blue eyed ditz of the week exclaimed. "And we could like, you know, like go off snogging in a like storage like room!"
Lily rolled her eyes in disgust as they let, James wrapping an arm around her shoulders as Mandy chatted happily.
"I think I'm going," she muttered, grabbing her bag and heading back to the common room. "I have a class in fifteen minutes away."
The others looked at each other then burst out laughing.
Gaze upon the stars
Upon the light for
Which you're from
I'm along and unwanted
And your hate is devastatingly sweet
Hold me tight
Squeeze my hand
Pull your pranks once again
You're my angel in disguise
And I need you more than ever
Be there for me. . .
Lily sighed and chewed on the end of her quill, crossing her eyes in boredom. She looked down at the piece of paper she had written on.
Her best friend Jessica, who was an expert in love matters, and her other best friend Brittany, who was an expert in predictaments, told her that concentrating, making your mind blank, and writing down in that trance helped discover someone's true feelings for a certain person. Jessica had even gone as far as to tell Lily to try with James for the parchment. She had agreed to it just to prove she wasn't chicken - or atleast that's what she told herself.
Growling at what the paper said, Lily balled up the piece of parchment and threw it away. It was just a hoax. . .Right? No. James Harold Potter was hermortal enemy and that was that.
James growled as he got changed the next day in his dorm.
"She is *so* impossible, Sirius!"
"Just because she enchanted your broom at the match to caw like a crow-"
"OR," Remus added, "that she turned your hair a pretty blue-"
"OR," Peter added, "that she made you do the chicken when we won the match-"
"OK! OK! Enough already!" James shouted, losing his temper. "As a matter of fact, I'm going to show her who's boss right now!"
Before the others could stop him, he was halfway to the common room. "Where's Evans!?" he shouted when he got there.
Everyone pointed to the exit and one first year said, "She's at the lake!"
He growled a "Thank you" and rushed out of the common room.
The one who had spoken blushed and sighed dreamily. "He spoke to me and thanked me!" Then fell over in a faint.
Or, she had last been seen at the lake, James thought bitterly. "Where the hell is she!?"
Professor Dumbledore, surely you must be mistaken," Lily choked out, tears in her eyes.
For once, his sparkling, blue eyes were filled with a terrible sadness. He hung his head. "No, Lily, I'm afraid not. I'm very sorry. . ." He looked up just in time to see flaming red hair disappear behind a corner.
Two days later, tears rolled down her cheeks in steady flows. She choked and sobbed in her little hideaway, emptiness tearing every part of her in pieces.
"Gr. . .Who are you and what are you doing in my hiding place!?" someone growled. She sniffled and ignored the stranger. Then, "Evans, what are you doing here?"
She stood up slowly and shakily, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry, James, but I found this a few months ago. I didn't know it was yours." For once, she was too week and disheveled to snap a rude comment at him, lost in her own misery. She walked past him and to the exit of the room.
He was in shock. "Evans?"
"Yes, James?"
"You've no rude comment or insult for me? And you apologized and are referring to my first name instead of 'Potter?'"
She nodded.
"OK, who are you and what have you done with Lily Isabelle Evans?"
"My middle name is Victoria, not Isabelle." She concealed a smile.
"Can't blame me for trying." He shifted uncomfortably.
"No. I suppose I can't," she said softly and made to leave again.
"Wait," James' voice whispered to her back.
"Hm?"
"I heard about what happened. . ."
"Yeah, and?" she said, a bit of an edge to her voice.
"And. . .I'm sorry. . ."
"I don't need your pity, Potter."
"Referring to my last name again, are we?" he whispered softly.
She felt his breath on the back of her neck.
"Yes." Her head was beginning to feel light headed and she briefly recalled how all the girls said his kisses were enough to send you to the moon. Wait a minute. . .This was James we were talking about here!
"You know, Lily," he said suddenly, whirling her around to face him. "You shouldn't let your parent's deaths revert you to being so cruel and mean."
"You know *nothing* about my parents, James. *Nothing.*"
"You were the one who started this charade, remember? Back in our first year?"
"Go away, Potter. I don't need this," she said, walking out the door.
"You're the one exiting, Evans," he called to her back. But she was already gone.
"Lily, what happened?" her best friend Jessica questioned, smoothing her hair out as it lay scattered on the pillow.
Dry tears streaked Lily's cheeks and the red-haired girl faced the wall, staring at it.
"You missed Charms," she said again, softly. She cracked a smile. "Your favorite class. Surely, other than what happened a few days ago, nothing could possibly stop you from *Charms*?"
"James Potter," came the muffled reply.
Jessica raised her eyebrows. "Well now, James Potter is your mortal enemy - why would you let him bother you after going on seven years?"
Lily sat up and faced Jessica with red and puffy eyes. "You really want to know what happened?"
"Yes, actually."
She sighed and briefly related to her what had happened as rain poured in heaps outside.
"Aye, now, our Lily Evans gone and fallen for ickle Jamsie?"
A pillow was immediately stuffed in her face.
"Or maybe not." A bemused smile crept across her face. "Getting all defensive on me, Lil?"
"Hmph," came the scoffed reply.
Jessica sighed and sat back on the bed. "You're not so sure if you hate him, hm?"
"No."
She frowned. "Lil, what do you feel for him then?"
"Certainly not love."
Lily just ignored the comment. "When's the ball?"
Her best friend's lip quirked up a little. "Why? You plan on asking him? He's said to go with Mandy. . ."
"Just answer my question."
"Fine. Fine. Two months - in December. The twenty-fifth, I believe."
"On Christmas? You sure?"
"Positive."
A devious smile suddenly crept up Lily's face. "I'll make a bet with you."
Jessica lit up in interest. "Depends on the bet."
"I bet I can make James Harold Potter fall in love with me by midnight of the dance."
Her eyebrows furrowed in thought and her chestnut brown eyes gleamed mysteriously. "James Potter? Love? I rather like that thought - James never falls in love with anyone for more than two weeks. He says he does, of course, but we all know it's not true." She grinned. "We admonished that after his twentieth girlfriend in second year, hm Lily?"
Lily smirked. "Yes, and he claimed to be in love long before that, too." She quickly pushed the subject aside and focused on their main objective. "So you in?"
"Yep," Jessica replied brightly. "But I honestly doubt you can do it. . .No offense, Lil."
"None taken. If I can do it, then you jump in the lake at the dead of the night on the twenty-sixth of December. Butt naked. And if I lose. . ."
"Then you go out with Peter Pettigrew for a week and kiss him in front of the entire Great Hall - french kiss," Jessica replied, smirking. Then she shuddered. "I feel sorry for you, Lily - no one likes that poor boy."
"Whatever, girl. You just worry about that cold lake, hm?"
Jessica rolled her eyes and held out her hand. "Deal?"
Lily clasped her hand as lightning illuminated the room from the storm taking place oustide. Her lips curved up in a dangerous smile and she said slowly, "Deal."
A/N: Disclaimer: This goes for the rest of the chapers as well. *ahem* I do not own J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter.
A/N 2: Me and Britt are working on this. We hope you like. I want atleast five reviews. Please? Please R/R ^-^ -Jess
"Hush little baby, don't say a word. Momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird don't sing. . .Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring," he heard a soft voice signing as he walked down the hallway. It was coming from a room near the end of the hallway.
Everything seemed to be in a haze as he opened that wooden, white painted door. He slowly stepped in and gazed towards the window. A woman with flaming red hair sat with her back turned towards him, holding a small infant in her slender arms.
"Oh, Harry," she whispered lovingly. "You're so tired. But you got to stay awake till Daddy gets home."
He stepped on a creaking floor board.
The woman whirled around with the child called Harry held in her arms. She had sparkling, emerald green eyes and her whole body radiated a sense of happiness. "Honey, you're home!" The baby gurgled and waved its frail arms about, saying, "Dada."
He stood there, eyes brimmed with tears, a painful and yet happy smile on his face. "Hey, Love," he found himself saying, his feet automatically moving towards her and kissing her nose softly. "Did you have a good day?"
She laughed softly, the sound musical and mesmorizing. "Yes, it was wonderful. How was yours?"
"Great. I spent my whole day thinking about you," he whispered. His gazed softened. "I love you, L-"
Suddenly, it all melted away from him and darkness came to take him. He heard screams, a feminine voice pleading with a tearful tone, "No! Not Harry! Please, anything but Harry! Take me instead! Please don't take the baby! Anything but the baby! Harry!"
A flash of green light spread out to reach him and then -
James Potter awoke with a start, breathing short and shallow, his body bathed in a cold sweat.
In a rush, he reached out with a shaky hand to grab his glasses, reaching about in the darkness. His hand clasped about them and he put them on, running a hand through his unruly black hair. He snatched his wand from the nightstand, jumping out of his bed and running out the door.
"Lily," he kept muttering as he rushed down the stairs, across the common room and up the girl's stairs. "Lily."
The dream and nightmare still fresh in his mind, he forgot for those few moments that Lily Evans was by far his worst enemy for going on seven years. He forgot that he was Head Boy and she Head Girl as he ran about at this unGodly hour. He forgot that he was Seeker and Captain of the Quidditch team, making a bad example as he was a major idol for others. And he forgot that he was the most popular girl in school and the fact that girls swarmed about him.
All that mattered was getting to that certain flaming-haired girl.
He quietly opened the door to her room and stepped in, softly padding over to where he saw her silhoutte bundled in red comforters. He stopped just beside her bed and looked down at her gorgeous face.
Gorgeous? James thought as he gazed at how calm and tranquil her faced looked. Gorgeous. . .
She was OK. And now he could get back to sleep.
He was turning the doorknob when a voice whispered, "James? What are you doing?" He whirled and saw Lily there, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"Nothing, Evans," he said coldly as he once again remembered they never were friends by the cool glare on her face. "Just seeing how best to make that ugly face of yours even more hideous than it already is." His dream was now forgotten momentarily. He wouldn't think of it for many more months.
A pillow whizzed by his head, his hairs fluttering as the air whooshed past him. "Get. Out. POTTER!"
"Night, Evans," he said, opening the door and slamming it behind him. He headed back to his room and fell asleep.
Chapter 1: Great Breakfast Situations
The Great Hall was particulary roudy this morning as the students of Hogwarts whispered excitedly about the upcoming game: Gryffindor Versus Slytherin.
The Gryffindors hadn't won this many games in a decade! The Slytherins had always won the games, but Gryffindor was prepared and ready than ever this time.
"James," Mandy said from across the table, "Pass me the orange juice, please."
"Sure, Mandy," he replied while passing her the juice as she buttered her bread.
"Sure, Mandy," Lily mimicked quietly, receiving snickers from her group of fans - she was the prettiest, smartest, and most popular girl in school, after all. "I'll do *anything* for you, Jamsie." She fluttered her eyelashes exaggeratedly.
"Evans, do you have a problem?" James asked, setting down his spoon rather harshly - it was more of a slam - and casting her a dark look with narrowed, brown eyes.
She smirked in satisfaction, whispering before drinking from her goblet, "Just look out for your cereal. I'm sure you'll get a 'pleasant' surprise."
The girls sniggered and Siruis, Remus, and Peter raised their eyebrows, concealing smiles and turning back to their plates.
James didn't seem to have heard the comment as he raised his spoon to his mouth and took a gulp of cereal.
Lily watched from the corner of her eyes as a thought bubble slowly appeared above his head and thoughts and pictures immediately filled it.
A picture of Snape and a fly swatter appeared, the bug crusher swatting him down to the size of an ant. A foot appeared and squashed the miniture Snape.
Another picture of McGonagall appeared, the cartoon animated teacher danced around in a disco dance. A banana appeared and the professor tripped, landing flat on her face. A chibi James appeared, with the words, 'AHAHAHA!' appearing as he threw his head back and laughed.
The black haired, black eyed boy next to him called, Sirius, James' best friend, choked on his milk as he laughed.
James shot him a questionable glance. He just shrugged and grinned. James turned back to his cereal, unaware of everybody in the Great Hall staring at him, because everytime he ate a spoonful of his cereal, the bubble above his head got bigger and bigger.
McGonagall angrily stormed over to where James sat, pulling him up by his robes. "What is the meaning of this!?"
"Sir - I mean ma'am! I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't do it this time! Honest!"
"Then who did," she replied coldly.
"I did, Professor!" Lily exclaimed, standing up. She wasn't going to let anyone else have the credit of her prank, even if it cost her a detention or two.
"Undo the charm, Lily."
Lily nodded and pointed her wand at James, muttering "Shrinkerio!"
"Detention - both of you!"
"But, Professor," James protest. "I didn't do anything-"
"Two detentions, Potter, for your big mouth!" she snapped. "Do I need to give you a whole weeks worth?"
James hunched his shoulders. "No, Professor," he muttered.
"Good. Come by this afternoon to receive them - I'll have to decide your punishments." Then she turned on her heel and stormed out of the Great Hall.
"Great, Evans, she hates me enough as it is!"
"Hey, I warned you."
"She did, James," Remus spoke up, laughter in his eyes, before he could protest. "We all heard it."
"Gr. . .I'm going."
"I'm coming with you!" his girlfriend, Mandy, his blond haired, blue eyed ditz of the week exclaimed. "And we could like, you know, like go off snogging in a like storage like room!"
Lily rolled her eyes in disgust as they let, James wrapping an arm around her shoulders as Mandy chatted happily.
"I think I'm going," she muttered, grabbing her bag and heading back to the common room. "I have a class in fifteen minutes away."
The others looked at each other then burst out laughing.
Gaze upon the stars
Upon the light for
Which you're from
I'm along and unwanted
And your hate is devastatingly sweet
Hold me tight
Squeeze my hand
Pull your pranks once again
You're my angel in disguise
And I need you more than ever
Be there for me. . .
Lily sighed and chewed on the end of her quill, crossing her eyes in boredom. She looked down at the piece of paper she had written on.
Her best friend Jessica, who was an expert in love matters, and her other best friend Brittany, who was an expert in predictaments, told her that concentrating, making your mind blank, and writing down in that trance helped discover someone's true feelings for a certain person. Jessica had even gone as far as to tell Lily to try with James for the parchment. She had agreed to it just to prove she wasn't chicken - or atleast that's what she told herself.
Growling at what the paper said, Lily balled up the piece of parchment and threw it away. It was just a hoax. . .Right? No. James Harold Potter was hermortal enemy and that was that.
James growled as he got changed the next day in his dorm.
"She is *so* impossible, Sirius!"
"Just because she enchanted your broom at the match to caw like a crow-"
"OR," Remus added, "that she turned your hair a pretty blue-"
"OR," Peter added, "that she made you do the chicken when we won the match-"
"OK! OK! Enough already!" James shouted, losing his temper. "As a matter of fact, I'm going to show her who's boss right now!"
Before the others could stop him, he was halfway to the common room. "Where's Evans!?" he shouted when he got there.
Everyone pointed to the exit and one first year said, "She's at the lake!"
He growled a "Thank you" and rushed out of the common room.
The one who had spoken blushed and sighed dreamily. "He spoke to me and thanked me!" Then fell over in a faint.
Or, she had last been seen at the lake, James thought bitterly. "Where the hell is she!?"
Professor Dumbledore, surely you must be mistaken," Lily choked out, tears in her eyes.
For once, his sparkling, blue eyes were filled with a terrible sadness. He hung his head. "No, Lily, I'm afraid not. I'm very sorry. . ." He looked up just in time to see flaming red hair disappear behind a corner.
Two days later, tears rolled down her cheeks in steady flows. She choked and sobbed in her little hideaway, emptiness tearing every part of her in pieces.
"Gr. . .Who are you and what are you doing in my hiding place!?" someone growled. She sniffled and ignored the stranger. Then, "Evans, what are you doing here?"
She stood up slowly and shakily, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry, James, but I found this a few months ago. I didn't know it was yours." For once, she was too week and disheveled to snap a rude comment at him, lost in her own misery. She walked past him and to the exit of the room.
He was in shock. "Evans?"
"Yes, James?"
"You've no rude comment or insult for me? And you apologized and are referring to my first name instead of 'Potter?'"
She nodded.
"OK, who are you and what have you done with Lily Isabelle Evans?"
"My middle name is Victoria, not Isabelle." She concealed a smile.
"Can't blame me for trying." He shifted uncomfortably.
"No. I suppose I can't," she said softly and made to leave again.
"Wait," James' voice whispered to her back.
"Hm?"
"I heard about what happened. . ."
"Yeah, and?" she said, a bit of an edge to her voice.
"And. . .I'm sorry. . ."
"I don't need your pity, Potter."
"Referring to my last name again, are we?" he whispered softly.
She felt his breath on the back of her neck.
"Yes." Her head was beginning to feel light headed and she briefly recalled how all the girls said his kisses were enough to send you to the moon. Wait a minute. . .This was James we were talking about here!
"You know, Lily," he said suddenly, whirling her around to face him. "You shouldn't let your parent's deaths revert you to being so cruel and mean."
"You know *nothing* about my parents, James. *Nothing.*"
"You were the one who started this charade, remember? Back in our first year?"
"Go away, Potter. I don't need this," she said, walking out the door.
"You're the one exiting, Evans," he called to her back. But she was already gone.
"Lily, what happened?" her best friend Jessica questioned, smoothing her hair out as it lay scattered on the pillow.
Dry tears streaked Lily's cheeks and the red-haired girl faced the wall, staring at it.
"You missed Charms," she said again, softly. She cracked a smile. "Your favorite class. Surely, other than what happened a few days ago, nothing could possibly stop you from *Charms*?"
"James Potter," came the muffled reply.
Jessica raised her eyebrows. "Well now, James Potter is your mortal enemy - why would you let him bother you after going on seven years?"
Lily sat up and faced Jessica with red and puffy eyes. "You really want to know what happened?"
"Yes, actually."
She sighed and briefly related to her what had happened as rain poured in heaps outside.
"Aye, now, our Lily Evans gone and fallen for ickle Jamsie?"
A pillow was immediately stuffed in her face.
"Or maybe not." A bemused smile crept across her face. "Getting all defensive on me, Lil?"
"Hmph," came the scoffed reply.
Jessica sighed and sat back on the bed. "You're not so sure if you hate him, hm?"
"No."
She frowned. "Lil, what do you feel for him then?"
"Certainly not love."
Lily just ignored the comment. "When's the ball?"
Her best friend's lip quirked up a little. "Why? You plan on asking him? He's said to go with Mandy. . ."
"Just answer my question."
"Fine. Fine. Two months - in December. The twenty-fifth, I believe."
"On Christmas? You sure?"
"Positive."
A devious smile suddenly crept up Lily's face. "I'll make a bet with you."
Jessica lit up in interest. "Depends on the bet."
"I bet I can make James Harold Potter fall in love with me by midnight of the dance."
Her eyebrows furrowed in thought and her chestnut brown eyes gleamed mysteriously. "James Potter? Love? I rather like that thought - James never falls in love with anyone for more than two weeks. He says he does, of course, but we all know it's not true." She grinned. "We admonished that after his twentieth girlfriend in second year, hm Lily?"
Lily smirked. "Yes, and he claimed to be in love long before that, too." She quickly pushed the subject aside and focused on their main objective. "So you in?"
"Yep," Jessica replied brightly. "But I honestly doubt you can do it. . .No offense, Lil."
"None taken. If I can do it, then you jump in the lake at the dead of the night on the twenty-sixth of December. Butt naked. And if I lose. . ."
"Then you go out with Peter Pettigrew for a week and kiss him in front of the entire Great Hall - french kiss," Jessica replied, smirking. Then she shuddered. "I feel sorry for you, Lily - no one likes that poor boy."
"Whatever, girl. You just worry about that cold lake, hm?"
Jessica rolled her eyes and held out her hand. "Deal?"
Lily clasped her hand as lightning illuminated the room from the storm taking place oustide. Her lips curved up in a dangerous smile and she said slowly, "Deal."
A/N: Disclaimer: This goes for the rest of the chapers as well. *ahem* I do not own J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter.
A/N 2: Me and Britt are working on this. We hope you like. I want atleast five reviews. Please? Please R/R ^-^ -Jess