True Love Never Dies
What happens when you pick the one girl in the entire school that doesn't worship you, to fall in love with? What happens when Lily and James discover that they unwittingly have many things in common? Does Lily see through the cloud in time to see the sunshine?
Chapter One – "Can't You Take a Compliment, Evans?"
A/N:- Hey guys! Here's a classic, simple James/Lily story which will hopefully have the basis of a plot amongst the endless fluff and heartache. Please, please review as any encouragement or constructive criticism does help me update quicker (I know that every author says this, but it's true!) as it is a relief to know that some people out there actually like my work! I've actually planned this story out so it is actually going somewhere. Any Flamers will be personally dealt with and put out with my personal water pistol. I know where you live. ~ Muzzy_Olórëa: The Imagination of Dreams.
PS I think you'll find that this is the longest 1st Chapter that I've EVER written!
This Chapter is Dedicated to:
Everyone Who's Reviewed My Other Fanfics & my faithful Muse Isilmë Nausë
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James Potter was a tall, thin Quidditch fanatic, about to start his last year at Hogwarts. With dark dreamy eyes and unruly hair, he was the dream date of just about any girl who had a pulse. He was as laidback as they come, a true prankster and joker at heart but with a good mind and a generally good nature. He, along with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, were the 'cool' kids of the school and were naturally popular and admired by everyone apart from the Slytherins. And Lily Evans.
"Oh Jamesey! We're going to miss you, don't forget to send us regular owls, I'm sure Isilmë will be most efficient." Mrs Potter cooed, squeezing her son tightly and planting a kiss on his forehead.
"Mum!" James laughed, embarrassed.
"Have a good last year at school son." his Dad said. "Don't get into too much trouble." he finished with a wink.
"I won't Dad. And thanks again for buying me the owl." he beamed, lifting the cage which contained the beautiful snowy white owl with large blue eyes, onto the trolley.
"Well, it's not everyday your only son becomes Head Boy is it?" Mrs Potter smiled, brushing some dirt off of James' coat.
"No, and if you don't let James go soon, it will be the only day that he's Head Boy!" Mr Potter said, checking his watch.
"Yeah, I better go." he said as he caught sight of Sirius out of the corner of his eye. He was walking with Remus, Peter and a large group of seventh year girls. "Take care of yourselves." he said, giving his parents a last hug before pushing his trolley over to his friends. "Hey Sirius! Remus!" he shouted, jogging over to them. They stopped and turned around.
"Prongs!" Sirius grinned, coming to meet him. "We were starting to get worried about you. We'd thought that your parents had got so fed up with you getting into trouble that they'd shipped you off to Germany or something!"
"Nah! Just saying goodbye to the folks." James said. "Anyway, who have you got your eye on this year?" he asked, nodding towards the group of girls.
Sirius chuckled. "Well, you know me – all of them!" James laughed. "Just kidding! I'm really into Kirtsy at the moment, but who knows? Tomorrow it might be Sarah or Rachel or Zoe or -."
"Shut up! Keep your voice down if you want to hit it off with any of them!" James hissed as they approached the group.
"Heya Prongs!" smiled Remus, slapping his friend on the back. "Now don't start getting all up and mighty on us, just cos you're Head Boy, eh now?!"
"You're what-?!" Sirius interrupted incredulously, noticing James' badge for the first time. "Oh my God Prongs! I thought that maybe Remus might be shipped off to 'Miss Goody-Two –Shoes' club but I thought that I could rely on you of all people.....!"
"Trust me, you're not as surprised as I was when I got my letter!" laughed James as the girls giggled. "Don't worry about me though, Sirius! I'll still be bags of fun – imagine what I could do with my authority." he said, grinning mischievously.
"Yeah, yeah, you could, like, give Snape lines to write or – or detention – you could give him detention!" interjected Peter excitedly.
Sirius rolled his eyes at James. "Thanks for that Wormtail, we'd never have thought of doing those things ourselves."
"Look you two, I'm going to have to go down to the front to the Head Boy and Head Girl's compartment-"
"See, already leaving his friends!" Sirius said with mock hurt.
"You know I would rather stay here .......... anyone know who Head Girl is?" James enquired.
"Yeah, it's Lily Evans." Kirsty said, looking knowingly at James.
"Ooooooh well, you better get down to your compartment Prongs before she gets strictly THTH!" Sirius teased as James flushed a bright pink as the girls giggled at him.
"What's THTH?" Peter asked, confused.
"Too Hot To Handle. And if you ask me, Lily Evans IS the reason why that phrase was made." grinned Sirius. "Or so James tells me."
"I don't see the crime in liking a beautiful girl." James said nonchantly.
"Come on mate, we all know that you've only got the hots for her because she is the one girl in the whole of Hogwarts, and probably most of the rest of the wizarding world as well, who can resist the charming Mr Potter. You're in it for the chase, Prongs, not because you actually feel anything for her." Remus said wisely.
"Nope, you've got it all wrong Moony. I happen to like Lily Evans a lot and by the end of the year, I'm sure she's going to like me." he said confidently, marching down to his compartment.
James came to the first compartment and peered through the glass door. She was already in there, stacking her things on the shelf, gorgeous, beautiful and perfect in everyway. James opened the door and walked in. She turned towards him, her bright emerald eyes looking retortingly at James. "What are you doing in here Potter? This compartment is strictly for the Head Boy and Head Girl." she said coldly. If there was one person in the whole school who she really despised it would undoubtedly be James Potter.
"Well, that's funny." James said, starting to put his things away too. "Because I AM Head Boy." he said, showing her his badge.
Lily's mouth dropped out of her jaw. "No, you've got to be kidding me, this is one of your pranks again isn't it Potter?" she asked unsurely.
"Believe what you like." James said grinning as he threw his last bag on the shelf. "But you're going to have to face up to the fact sooner or later that we're going to be working together, eating together, living together, doing duty together and sleeping together." Lily turned away from him disgusted. "Well, maybe not 'sleeping' together – yet – but the Head Boy and the Head Girl rooms ARE joined so who knows what we'll get up to Evans?!" he winked.
Lily gave him a dirty look and took out a Muggle storybook from her bag. "I really don't know how girls can resist your charm with chat-up lines like that Potter." she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, so you think I'm trying to chat you up now eh Evans? Is that what you would like because I'm more than willing to oblige." he said smirking.
Lily gritted her teeth and buried her nose into her book. He was such a jerk; she did not know why she had wasted breath on him. She inwardly prayed that any time now a teacher was going to walk in there and say that it was all a big mistake and James Potter was not Head Boy at all.
James looked across the aisle at her, a smile playing on his lips as he flung himself down onto the seat. She had got up now, and reached up for her bag on the shelf in order to get a drink out and he took this opportunity to examine her. She wore hip-hugging Muggle jeans and a pretty pink blouse which clung elegantly to her perfect figure, which was lifted up a bit now as she rummaged in her bag, revealing three small Chinese characters tattooed onto her lower back, bordered by a uniquely Celtic pattern. James stared at this intently. She must have got them done over the summer, as he had never noticed them before. James frowned slightly, he had never thought of Lily as the type of girl to be into having things permanently emblazoned onto her body.
As Lily searched through her rucksack for her drink, she could feel James Potter's eyes on her and anger stirred in her stomach. It was widely known that he was after her; some said it was because he was the only girl who would never look at him twice, others, like a couple of her friends, said that he really did like her. Either way, his head must have grown truly big if he thought that she would EVER like him back. He embodied everything which she hated in a guy – no sense of modesty, immature, arrogant, Quidditch 'superstar', loves to be the centre of attention – not to mention his tendency to believe that he was some kind of God that could get anything he wanted. She spun round. "Got a problem Potter?" she demanded.
James shrugged. "Just wondering what those Chinese characters on your back mean...."
"Well, I believe in the distant Oriental countries, they translate as 'I hate James Potter.' she said smiling at him sarcastically. If it was one thing that Lily was renowned for, apart from her outstanding Grades, her hatred for James Potter, her love for books and flying and her passion to abide by the rules, it was her typical English sense of sarcasm, which, along with her sharp comebacks, was usually her only defence. However, when up against James Potter, it had no effect as it just bounced right off him.
"I am truly honoured, Miss Evans, that you worship me so much that you would even go to such lengths to have my name tattooed into your back." James said slyly. Lily gave him a sarcastic, half-smile before giving her full attention back to her book.
James slumped in his seat, bored. He had amused himself for a while with the box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Jelly Beans, which he had bought from the trolley but as they ran out and the journey rolled on, he felt tiresome and lonely without his friends. Lily had completely blanked him, engrossed in her book and this unnerved James, who was completely unused to being ignored. Being an encyclopaedia of knowledge when it came to practical jokes, James came up with an idea to keep himself amused for the next few minutes. He took his out his wand and pointing it at Lily's novel, he muttered 'Wingardium Leviosa' under his breath and slowly levitated it out of her hands until it hovered in front of her. "Bugger off Potter." she said crossly and reached out for her book, but just as she was about to grab it, James moved it a bit further out of her reach.
Giving him a dirty look, she attempted to get it again but he simply levitated it over to his side of the compartment. Lily stormed over to him. "What's your problem Potter?! Are you so insanely immature that you get kicks out of stealing my book? It's always the same thing isn't it?" she said, getting into the full flow of her rant. "I don't know how anyone finds you remotely amusing or attractive, to me you're just some sad case of a boy who will never grow up. You're selfish, arrogant and muck about such a lot, whilst still managing to pass all your subjects-"
"Ahhh," James said, cutting her off. "So this is all about me being able to get the grades without working the whole year whilst you have to work your metaphoric bollocks off to do well." he said, raising his eyebrows.
"No," Lily said, fuming. "This is about you and your goddamn ego! Who do you think you are, going about like you're some kind of Greek God with your adoring fans, kissing the very ground you walk on-"
"Hey, that's not my fault if they-" James interjected, amused.
Lily ignored him; his ability to find this funny just fuelled her anger. "And then there's your creepy, pratty friends who are just the same ... playing childish pranks, name-calling innocent passers-by, worshipping your skill on the broomstick. You're nothing without them really are you Potter? If you take away the hoards of girls and that idiotic brat, Sirius Black, you wouldn't last 2 minutes!" Lily swept her chestnut hair out of her face, as she glared at James. "And all of this put together, leads you with the inability to understand that no matter what you do, Potter, I'm not going to turn into one of those girls who're willing to die for you; it frustrates you doesn't it?! Well, deal with it, Potter, 'cos if we're going to be forced to work together for the next year, then you're gonna have to do things my way!" Lily finished, and glowered challengingly at James.
He was staring back at her mildly, and nothing she had said seemed to have had the slightest effect on him ..... coming to think of it, she wasn't even sure if he had heard anything she had said. When he finally spoke, what he said was definitely not what she had wanted to hear. "God, you're so sexy when you're angry, Evans." James said softly, oggling her.
Lily gave him the dirtiest look she could muster and, grabbing her book, she stalked back over to her seat, absolutely furious that he did not seem the least bit flustered.
"Can't you take a compliment, Evans?" James asked, almost seriously, to show that he had not just said it to wind her up.
"Coming from you, I'm sure it's more like an insult than a compliment." she snapped.
"Can't you take the fact that some guys out here might actually like you like that; they actually see in that way – as an object of all their lust and affection- to them you're not just the quiet bookworm who probably doesn't even know the meaning of 'flirting'...." James stopped. He knew this was the perfect way to wind her up even more, and true enough, she was struggling to keep her face the same colour behind her book.
Lily gripped her novel even tighter until all the blood drained from her knuckles. Why was she letting him get to her like this?! Just because she was not one of your typical tarty witches who wore the shortest robes and so much Muggle make-up that they looked like prostitute dolls ............. "So you think Potter, just because I have much more taste than those girls who hang around you gagging for it, that I don't have a sex life?" she said, giving him an icy glare.
James shrugged. It was quite a good come-back, although it did not affect him, but he had hoped to make her squirm a bit more. "Lucky guy." he muttered.
"What?" she retorted.
"I was just saying that he's a lucky guy – whoever he is." he said seriously.
Lily stared at him, trying to find some trace in his face of sarcasm, or at least waiting for him to break into grin, but he did not. She was kind of confused. Her experiences with James Potter were that, whatever he said to her was either some kind of jab to wind her up or some corny chat-up line which, wait for it, also wound her up.
Just as James opened his mouth to make some tongue-in-cheek remark about her silence, they were interrupted by an owl tapping on the window. James let it in and it proceeded to drop one letter in his lap and another in Lily's before giving a friendly hoot and flying off again. They opened their letters to find that it was a short note from Professor McGonagall.
'Lily, James,
Congratulations on being made Head Girl and Head Boy. I could not be prouder that you're both from my house, and I have no doubt that you will do a splendid job over the next year.
On your arrival at Hogwarts, please go to my study where I will brief both of you on your sleeping arrangements, your duties and what authority you have.
Have a safe trip
Yours,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
PS Sending you this letter separately as I'm not sure you're even talking to each other at this point .......... you two are really going to have to sort out your differences in the following few days.'
Lily read the last paragraph and inwardly squirmed. She had let her hatred for James Potter get to her and make her lose her temper and shout at him which was really unprofessional. True, James was anything but professional, mucking about as always, even with his Head Boy badge, but it did not give her an excuse to lower herself to his level. She put the note away and looked for a distraction. Grabbing her robes she walked out of the compartment and into the loos to get changed.
James watched Lily go out and put his letter away with a sigh. Why did he find it so amusing to wind her up and get her angry at the same as he wanted her to like him?! Why couldn't he just be nice for once and let her see how he'd grown up and matured and then maybe she'll hate him a little less. However, now that they're going to be living in each other's pockets, James didn't think he'd be able to resist from his constant teasing. The door opened and Lily came back, still looking every bit as pretty, in her robes. She had tied up her long reddish hair and pinned her shiny gold 'Head Girl' badge onto her robe. James tore his eyes away from her and they continued the journey in silence.
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A/N:- Well, what do you reckon guys? Shall I continue or not? This chapter took me a whole week to write (dotted around all the homework) so I hope you like it. :) Things are in your hands now.
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What happens when you pick the one girl in the entire school that doesn't worship you, to fall in love with? What happens when Lily and James discover that they unwittingly have many things in common? Does Lily see through the cloud in time to see the sunshine?
Chapter One – "Can't You Take a Compliment, Evans?"
A/N:- Hey guys! Here's a classic, simple James/Lily story which will hopefully have the basis of a plot amongst the endless fluff and heartache. Please, please review as any encouragement or constructive criticism does help me update quicker (I know that every author says this, but it's true!) as it is a relief to know that some people out there actually like my work! I've actually planned this story out so it is actually going somewhere. Any Flamers will be personally dealt with and put out with my personal water pistol. I know where you live. ~ Muzzy_Olórëa: The Imagination of Dreams.
PS I think you'll find that this is the longest 1st Chapter that I've EVER written!
This Chapter is Dedicated to:
Everyone Who's Reviewed My Other Fanfics & my faithful Muse Isilmë Nausë
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James Potter was a tall, thin Quidditch fanatic, about to start his last year at Hogwarts. With dark dreamy eyes and unruly hair, he was the dream date of just about any girl who had a pulse. He was as laidback as they come, a true prankster and joker at heart but with a good mind and a generally good nature. He, along with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, were the 'cool' kids of the school and were naturally popular and admired by everyone apart from the Slytherins. And Lily Evans.
"Oh Jamesey! We're going to miss you, don't forget to send us regular owls, I'm sure Isilmë will be most efficient." Mrs Potter cooed, squeezing her son tightly and planting a kiss on his forehead.
"Mum!" James laughed, embarrassed.
"Have a good last year at school son." his Dad said. "Don't get into too much trouble." he finished with a wink.
"I won't Dad. And thanks again for buying me the owl." he beamed, lifting the cage which contained the beautiful snowy white owl with large blue eyes, onto the trolley.
"Well, it's not everyday your only son becomes Head Boy is it?" Mrs Potter smiled, brushing some dirt off of James' coat.
"No, and if you don't let James go soon, it will be the only day that he's Head Boy!" Mr Potter said, checking his watch.
"Yeah, I better go." he said as he caught sight of Sirius out of the corner of his eye. He was walking with Remus, Peter and a large group of seventh year girls. "Take care of yourselves." he said, giving his parents a last hug before pushing his trolley over to his friends. "Hey Sirius! Remus!" he shouted, jogging over to them. They stopped and turned around.
"Prongs!" Sirius grinned, coming to meet him. "We were starting to get worried about you. We'd thought that your parents had got so fed up with you getting into trouble that they'd shipped you off to Germany or something!"
"Nah! Just saying goodbye to the folks." James said. "Anyway, who have you got your eye on this year?" he asked, nodding towards the group of girls.
Sirius chuckled. "Well, you know me – all of them!" James laughed. "Just kidding! I'm really into Kirtsy at the moment, but who knows? Tomorrow it might be Sarah or Rachel or Zoe or -."
"Shut up! Keep your voice down if you want to hit it off with any of them!" James hissed as they approached the group.
"Heya Prongs!" smiled Remus, slapping his friend on the back. "Now don't start getting all up and mighty on us, just cos you're Head Boy, eh now?!"
"You're what-?!" Sirius interrupted incredulously, noticing James' badge for the first time. "Oh my God Prongs! I thought that maybe Remus might be shipped off to 'Miss Goody-Two –Shoes' club but I thought that I could rely on you of all people.....!"
"Trust me, you're not as surprised as I was when I got my letter!" laughed James as the girls giggled. "Don't worry about me though, Sirius! I'll still be bags of fun – imagine what I could do with my authority." he said, grinning mischievously.
"Yeah, yeah, you could, like, give Snape lines to write or – or detention – you could give him detention!" interjected Peter excitedly.
Sirius rolled his eyes at James. "Thanks for that Wormtail, we'd never have thought of doing those things ourselves."
"Look you two, I'm going to have to go down to the front to the Head Boy and Head Girl's compartment-"
"See, already leaving his friends!" Sirius said with mock hurt.
"You know I would rather stay here .......... anyone know who Head Girl is?" James enquired.
"Yeah, it's Lily Evans." Kirsty said, looking knowingly at James.
"Ooooooh well, you better get down to your compartment Prongs before she gets strictly THTH!" Sirius teased as James flushed a bright pink as the girls giggled at him.
"What's THTH?" Peter asked, confused.
"Too Hot To Handle. And if you ask me, Lily Evans IS the reason why that phrase was made." grinned Sirius. "Or so James tells me."
"I don't see the crime in liking a beautiful girl." James said nonchantly.
"Come on mate, we all know that you've only got the hots for her because she is the one girl in the whole of Hogwarts, and probably most of the rest of the wizarding world as well, who can resist the charming Mr Potter. You're in it for the chase, Prongs, not because you actually feel anything for her." Remus said wisely.
"Nope, you've got it all wrong Moony. I happen to like Lily Evans a lot and by the end of the year, I'm sure she's going to like me." he said confidently, marching down to his compartment.
James came to the first compartment and peered through the glass door. She was already in there, stacking her things on the shelf, gorgeous, beautiful and perfect in everyway. James opened the door and walked in. She turned towards him, her bright emerald eyes looking retortingly at James. "What are you doing in here Potter? This compartment is strictly for the Head Boy and Head Girl." she said coldly. If there was one person in the whole school who she really despised it would undoubtedly be James Potter.
"Well, that's funny." James said, starting to put his things away too. "Because I AM Head Boy." he said, showing her his badge.
Lily's mouth dropped out of her jaw. "No, you've got to be kidding me, this is one of your pranks again isn't it Potter?" she asked unsurely.
"Believe what you like." James said grinning as he threw his last bag on the shelf. "But you're going to have to face up to the fact sooner or later that we're going to be working together, eating together, living together, doing duty together and sleeping together." Lily turned away from him disgusted. "Well, maybe not 'sleeping' together – yet – but the Head Boy and the Head Girl rooms ARE joined so who knows what we'll get up to Evans?!" he winked.
Lily gave him a dirty look and took out a Muggle storybook from her bag. "I really don't know how girls can resist your charm with chat-up lines like that Potter." she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, so you think I'm trying to chat you up now eh Evans? Is that what you would like because I'm more than willing to oblige." he said smirking.
Lily gritted her teeth and buried her nose into her book. He was such a jerk; she did not know why she had wasted breath on him. She inwardly prayed that any time now a teacher was going to walk in there and say that it was all a big mistake and James Potter was not Head Boy at all.
James looked across the aisle at her, a smile playing on his lips as he flung himself down onto the seat. She had got up now, and reached up for her bag on the shelf in order to get a drink out and he took this opportunity to examine her. She wore hip-hugging Muggle jeans and a pretty pink blouse which clung elegantly to her perfect figure, which was lifted up a bit now as she rummaged in her bag, revealing three small Chinese characters tattooed onto her lower back, bordered by a uniquely Celtic pattern. James stared at this intently. She must have got them done over the summer, as he had never noticed them before. James frowned slightly, he had never thought of Lily as the type of girl to be into having things permanently emblazoned onto her body.
As Lily searched through her rucksack for her drink, she could feel James Potter's eyes on her and anger stirred in her stomach. It was widely known that he was after her; some said it was because he was the only girl who would never look at him twice, others, like a couple of her friends, said that he really did like her. Either way, his head must have grown truly big if he thought that she would EVER like him back. He embodied everything which she hated in a guy – no sense of modesty, immature, arrogant, Quidditch 'superstar', loves to be the centre of attention – not to mention his tendency to believe that he was some kind of God that could get anything he wanted. She spun round. "Got a problem Potter?" she demanded.
James shrugged. "Just wondering what those Chinese characters on your back mean...."
"Well, I believe in the distant Oriental countries, they translate as 'I hate James Potter.' she said smiling at him sarcastically. If it was one thing that Lily was renowned for, apart from her outstanding Grades, her hatred for James Potter, her love for books and flying and her passion to abide by the rules, it was her typical English sense of sarcasm, which, along with her sharp comebacks, was usually her only defence. However, when up against James Potter, it had no effect as it just bounced right off him.
"I am truly honoured, Miss Evans, that you worship me so much that you would even go to such lengths to have my name tattooed into your back." James said slyly. Lily gave him a sarcastic, half-smile before giving her full attention back to her book.
James slumped in his seat, bored. He had amused himself for a while with the box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Jelly Beans, which he had bought from the trolley but as they ran out and the journey rolled on, he felt tiresome and lonely without his friends. Lily had completely blanked him, engrossed in her book and this unnerved James, who was completely unused to being ignored. Being an encyclopaedia of knowledge when it came to practical jokes, James came up with an idea to keep himself amused for the next few minutes. He took his out his wand and pointing it at Lily's novel, he muttered 'Wingardium Leviosa' under his breath and slowly levitated it out of her hands until it hovered in front of her. "Bugger off Potter." she said crossly and reached out for her book, but just as she was about to grab it, James moved it a bit further out of her reach.
Giving him a dirty look, she attempted to get it again but he simply levitated it over to his side of the compartment. Lily stormed over to him. "What's your problem Potter?! Are you so insanely immature that you get kicks out of stealing my book? It's always the same thing isn't it?" she said, getting into the full flow of her rant. "I don't know how anyone finds you remotely amusing or attractive, to me you're just some sad case of a boy who will never grow up. You're selfish, arrogant and muck about such a lot, whilst still managing to pass all your subjects-"
"Ahhh," James said, cutting her off. "So this is all about me being able to get the grades without working the whole year whilst you have to work your metaphoric bollocks off to do well." he said, raising his eyebrows.
"No," Lily said, fuming. "This is about you and your goddamn ego! Who do you think you are, going about like you're some kind of Greek God with your adoring fans, kissing the very ground you walk on-"
"Hey, that's not my fault if they-" James interjected, amused.
Lily ignored him; his ability to find this funny just fuelled her anger. "And then there's your creepy, pratty friends who are just the same ... playing childish pranks, name-calling innocent passers-by, worshipping your skill on the broomstick. You're nothing without them really are you Potter? If you take away the hoards of girls and that idiotic brat, Sirius Black, you wouldn't last 2 minutes!" Lily swept her chestnut hair out of her face, as she glared at James. "And all of this put together, leads you with the inability to understand that no matter what you do, Potter, I'm not going to turn into one of those girls who're willing to die for you; it frustrates you doesn't it?! Well, deal with it, Potter, 'cos if we're going to be forced to work together for the next year, then you're gonna have to do things my way!" Lily finished, and glowered challengingly at James.
He was staring back at her mildly, and nothing she had said seemed to have had the slightest effect on him ..... coming to think of it, she wasn't even sure if he had heard anything she had said. When he finally spoke, what he said was definitely not what she had wanted to hear. "God, you're so sexy when you're angry, Evans." James said softly, oggling her.
Lily gave him the dirtiest look she could muster and, grabbing her book, she stalked back over to her seat, absolutely furious that he did not seem the least bit flustered.
"Can't you take a compliment, Evans?" James asked, almost seriously, to show that he had not just said it to wind her up.
"Coming from you, I'm sure it's more like an insult than a compliment." she snapped.
"Can't you take the fact that some guys out here might actually like you like that; they actually see in that way – as an object of all their lust and affection- to them you're not just the quiet bookworm who probably doesn't even know the meaning of 'flirting'...." James stopped. He knew this was the perfect way to wind her up even more, and true enough, she was struggling to keep her face the same colour behind her book.
Lily gripped her novel even tighter until all the blood drained from her knuckles. Why was she letting him get to her like this?! Just because she was not one of your typical tarty witches who wore the shortest robes and so much Muggle make-up that they looked like prostitute dolls ............. "So you think Potter, just because I have much more taste than those girls who hang around you gagging for it, that I don't have a sex life?" she said, giving him an icy glare.
James shrugged. It was quite a good come-back, although it did not affect him, but he had hoped to make her squirm a bit more. "Lucky guy." he muttered.
"What?" she retorted.
"I was just saying that he's a lucky guy – whoever he is." he said seriously.
Lily stared at him, trying to find some trace in his face of sarcasm, or at least waiting for him to break into grin, but he did not. She was kind of confused. Her experiences with James Potter were that, whatever he said to her was either some kind of jab to wind her up or some corny chat-up line which, wait for it, also wound her up.
Just as James opened his mouth to make some tongue-in-cheek remark about her silence, they were interrupted by an owl tapping on the window. James let it in and it proceeded to drop one letter in his lap and another in Lily's before giving a friendly hoot and flying off again. They opened their letters to find that it was a short note from Professor McGonagall.
'Lily, James,
Congratulations on being made Head Girl and Head Boy. I could not be prouder that you're both from my house, and I have no doubt that you will do a splendid job over the next year.
On your arrival at Hogwarts, please go to my study where I will brief both of you on your sleeping arrangements, your duties and what authority you have.
Have a safe trip
Yours,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
PS Sending you this letter separately as I'm not sure you're even talking to each other at this point .......... you two are really going to have to sort out your differences in the following few days.'
Lily read the last paragraph and inwardly squirmed. She had let her hatred for James Potter get to her and make her lose her temper and shout at him which was really unprofessional. True, James was anything but professional, mucking about as always, even with his Head Boy badge, but it did not give her an excuse to lower herself to his level. She put the note away and looked for a distraction. Grabbing her robes she walked out of the compartment and into the loos to get changed.
James watched Lily go out and put his letter away with a sigh. Why did he find it so amusing to wind her up and get her angry at the same as he wanted her to like him?! Why couldn't he just be nice for once and let her see how he'd grown up and matured and then maybe she'll hate him a little less. However, now that they're going to be living in each other's pockets, James didn't think he'd be able to resist from his constant teasing. The door opened and Lily came back, still looking every bit as pretty, in her robes. She had tied up her long reddish hair and pinned her shiny gold 'Head Girl' badge onto her robe. James tore his eyes away from her and they continued the journey in silence.
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A/N:- Well, what do you reckon guys? Shall I continue or not? This chapter took me a whole week to write (dotted around all the homework) so I hope you like it. :) Things are in your hands now.
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