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Lilies Don't Bloom in Winter

Chapter 1- It Always Starts With A Fight

"Sirius Black!" The screech echoed throughout the Hogwarts Express. Lily wanted to faint. She willed herself to faint. The Lily that wanted to faint promptly did so and allowed the part that was a total bitch to emerge. "How the hell could you do this to me?!" She ran her hands through her long, silky hair desperately willing away the electrifyingly green color. It had just recently acquired this particular shade when Sirius, being that Marauder that he was, accomplished the near impossible task of hexing the perfect, prima donna's shimmering red locks into a color which rather matched her ferociously gleaming emerald eyes. This almost perfect feat was foiled only because, in his intense cackling, the young man tripped over the rug and bonked Lily on the head with his wand. And, though the hex was miraculously successful, the thump on the head notified the usually over observant Lily Evans of his presence and promptly turned his one time use Dittsie's Hairdini Wand into a very large and rather smelly salmon. With a shriek, the victim launched herself at the smug looking boy.
Sirius, obviously not realizing her intent in time, was knocked to the floor. Lily, her green eyes blazing, began thoroughly pounding him. She didn't even think of how this might look to someone who just walked in.
She had landed on top of Sirius with her legs straddled over his middle to keep him down. He was crying out in pain and she was grunting a screaming as if… well…. as if they were doing something they should not be doing.
Lily Evans was very vain when it came to her hair. It was her pride and glory. And the unlucky Sirius, who should have known better, had ruined it. Well, not permanently. But he had invoked the rage of the 'man-eating bitch' and was now gleefully reaping what he had sown. Lily had no doubt that the 'voices' inside Sirius's head were getting insane pleasure out of this beating. Sirius had never been right since he had pulled a terrified and very angry Lily out of the lake in their first year. James Potter, as if to welcome her to the wizarding world, had not wasted any time in pushing her into the icy water. Lily had bashed Sirius over the head with a rock, thinking he was James… if she had only known what he would turn into…
And, as if fate had decided that Lily had done something that deserved a horrid embarrassment, the compartment door slid open at that instant as Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin chose that moment to come and find their dear comrade. Though he saw it didn't distract them, Remus couldn't help but gasp. It was known to all that Lily Evans was the most beautiful girl ever to grace the halls of Hogwarts but Sirius Black was as far from her type as he was from being gay.

A low chuckle met Lily's ears and she suddenly looked up. Leaning against the door frame was the one person in the world the fiery girl hated above all others. It was strange too, come to think of it. He was thought of as the hottest, most desirable, most intelligent and most sigh worthy young man in their year. Not to mention the rest of the school. It was almost a cliché that they had hated each other since they met on the first day of school, 5 years ago.
"Well Lily darling, I never expected you and Sirius to get together…" He murmured, the tone in his voice tempered to cut. Then, he arched one eyebrow and gave her his half charming, half nasty smile that seemed to be reserved especially for her. "And on your first day as a prefect… for shame."
Lily snorted in a most unladylike manner and, with one more, well aimed punch, rose from her position of power over the now thoroughly unconscious young wizard beneath her. "James Potter…" Her whisper was one of combined fear and hate. "… what the Hell do you want now?"
"Nice color on you Evans." James commented, ignoring her question and instead, reaching out to flick a strand of silky green hair out of her face. "It almost matches the color of your face when Serverus asked you out last year."
Lily wanted to slap him. But it would give him too much pleasure. He would know then that he had gotten to her. The memory of Serverus Snape asking her out in front of all four Marauders had been too much for her (at the time) delicate nerves. She suddenly began to pray as she never had in her life. "Oh God, please don't let him ask about mother…"
"So, fire-top… err… how's your mum? Doing well in the loony bin?" James gave her one of his supposedly charming, lopsided grins. This time, the young woman gave into temptation and slapped that smile off his arrogant face.
"Don't you DARE talk about my mother that way you ass!" She whispered, her voice tight with anger. "You know very well that it was magic induced!" Giving her an appraising look, the irritatingly handsome boy rubbed his cheek where she had slapped him.
"Evens, when will you learn to take a joke?" He asked softly. He had known she was sensitive about that subject, otherwise he wouldn't have touched it. Over the years, James had managed to convince himself that if he could only kill one person, it would be Lily Evans.
They couldn't have been more different than if they had been good and evil. Lily was the top girl in school when it came to grades, looks, behavior, and favor with the teachers. She had long, swirling, wavy auburn hair with streaks of a brighter red in it and eyes as green as any emerald. Her skin was true to her name and lily white, not to mention as smooth as a flower petal. There was just no comparison of beauty when she was working on a new spell, her hair falling out of a half-hearted bun, eyes glinting like jewels in the candlelight, and her full, inviting lips parted ever so slightly, breathing in gasps from exhilaration.
Then, there was the perverseness, the immature maturity, the arrogance, and the dark looks that were James Potter's signature swoon-worthy traits. His dark hair was as black as a raven's wing and, no matter what he tried to do with it, he could never seem to tame it. Perhaps his most notable feature (or features) were his eyes. They were a deep, sparkling, chocolate brown and framed by long, dark, luxuriant lashes as well as dark framed glasses that gave him a false air of scholarly responsibility. But he was a total playboy and more than one girl had cried at no longer being able to call his long, muscular body her own. His mischievous smile was something that could create dreams and break hearts.
"Potter; it's not a joke unless it's funny." Lily's cheeks were flushed a dark red and she barely registered the fact that the door to the compartment was sliding open once more as Eryn Collins, Lily's best friend, entered. She glanced from where Sirius was lying unconscious on the floor to where Remus was standing with his arms crossed. Then, she gasped and slapped her hand over her mouth in shock when she saw the red handprint coloring James's cheek. She grabbed the back of Lily's white fleece coat and dragged her back to their own compartment.




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