It started when I was thirteen. Jeff and I went to a carnival during the summer vacation. He had finally come out of the closet to me over christmas break. Well... not finally, I guess, but he is two years older than me and I'd sort of seen it coming for a while. We grew up together, he taught me how to ride a bike, I taught him how to throw a ball, we had done the curious experimentation of the opposite sex together. We didn't actually have sex though, I was only eleven. I could tell that he wasn't really into it, not only because it was me he was with, but because I'm a girl. I enjoyed it though. The kissing and touching felt amazing to me. Alas, it was short lived, now we're just back to being the best of friends.
Back to the carnival. That morning Jeff went all camp on me and decided it was time for me to "excentuate my God given assets" and he chose my attire. I've always been the jersey and jeans girl, always will be I imagine. Jeff gave me a summer dress he'd found in my closet, I'd worn it to a wedding last summer. Then it had been too big on me, now it fit snug. Jeff also pulled my hair up, I've always just left it. It may be down to my mid back, but that's a lot of hair to deal with, but Jeff was determined to make me 'gorgeous'. He did my hair up so that it accented my face.
"There you go Precious, your ready to take the town my storm" Jeff joked. He crouched in front of me, admiring his work. I stuck my tongue out at him. Jeff was a naturally attractive guy. A laid back personality and adorable brown eyes, not to mention his knack for style. I actually have no idea why we hang out together. He's cool, and I'm lazy as fuck.
Either way Jeff stepped out of my view of the mirror, I couldn't believe how good I looked. With so little effort. "Bet you'll think twice about your jerseys now huh?!" He teased.
"Jeff! I look amazing." I really did. My eye's looked brighter, my skin flawless, and my breasts even looked filled in though I have more growing to do, I looked older, about three years older.
That was the way I was when we went to the carnival. While we were there we passed by one of the 'Guess Your Age' booths, where the staff have to guess your age, and if they're wrong you win a prize. "Go on Lil's" Jeff nudged " I bet they'll guess you way off!"
He was right. They guessed I was half a year from seventeen, and I won a sippy cup. "Ha ha, I was right!" He exclaimed. "If I dress you all the time you could get a summer job with me at my brothers deli! That'd be awesome!" I laughed.
We spent the rest of the day trying to make ourselves sick from hot dogs and rides that spin you around very fast. We went back to my house to watch a film at about 5, I couldn't wait to throw on my pajamas.
"You know, I wasn't kidding about that summer job" Jeff mentioned after the film, we were streached out half asleep on the couch, our legs tangled.
"Oh?" I asked inquiringly.
"Yeah, my brother's lined me up with a sandwich runner job, and I know he's looking for one more person." He waged his index finger back and forth to emphasize. "It's under the table cash, so you don't need a NI Number. It isn't the most exciting job, but its cash in your pocket and something to do. Plus you get to spend more time with me!"
"But I'm to young to get a job, you have to be 15 at least."
"Well we know that you can pull off 16, and he doesn't know how old you are!"
I gave a sigh. It could be fun, I'd be away from Petunia at least. "Let me think about it."
Jeff shrugged and stumbled to his feet. "Tell me by tomorrow if you want it or not. I'm going home to bed." We kissed goodbye and I fell asleep on the couch. Until I was awoken an hour later by the front door slamming. My parents and Petunia were home.
"Lillian" My mother acknowledged me curtly. I saw her glance around the room looking for something out of place.
She was like this, her and Petunia, ever since they found out I'm a witch they act like I'll blow something up or steal hair from their brushes and curse them somehow. The day that I received my letter from Hogwarts they both looked suprised, then acted as though they'd always known something was wrong with me.
"Hello Lily." My father smiled at me. "Did you and Jeff have fun at the carnival? I expect you ate horrible little delectable things all day long, so's to make your stomach rot." He joked and tapped the end of my nose. My father was suprised when he found out about me too. However he see's hilarity in almost everything. The first thing he said to me after we'd adjusted from the shock was, "Do you remember that scene from McBeth? How did it go? Double bubble toil and trouble" He laughed "I always thought you were a little witch of a trouble maker Lilykins, now I am once again proven correct."
"No way Pop's, I would never do such a thing!" I stated with mock indignation apparent on my face. My father laughed and went upstairs.
Petunia sat down on the couch. "Vernon will be moving into the guest room." She stated.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly. Did you just say that your fat boyfriend is moving into our house?" I asked her incredulously.
"Vernon is not fat" She snapped at me. "And yes, he's moving in. Mummy said he could so long as he earns his keep. His wretched parents have kicked him out for reasons that are none of you business, and he'll be coming to live here in three days."
"So" my mother cut in, she'd been standing behind Petunia, "You'll be to keep talk of your funny business to yourself."
I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. I hated Vernon. I still hate Vernon. Even the name gives me the chills. He was always staring at me, whether it was because he's a perve of because Petunia had told him about my 'funny business', I wasn't sure. But either way I hated the lard bag, The reason Vernon got kicked out was probably because he was constantly eating the entirety of his parents fridge and pantry, and screwing his girlfriend in their wake. Ew.
For a while I just sat there, thinking about how horrible every minute of the rest of the summer will be. Vernon using my bathroom, my shower, my kitchen table, sitting on my couch,watching my television. But then I realised, they weren't mine, They were dads. Why is he letting Vernon live here? It is initially his desicion. How could dad actually like that gross lump of a man?
All the while I was thinking about Vernons invasion, my mother and Petunia were lecturing me on how to be 'normal'. What was normal anyways? Endlessly poking your nose in other peoples business, and worrying about colour coding your lounge area?
No. I couldn't sit around the house all summer, Jeff was my only real friend. Sad, but true, I've never felt I needed anyone but him. And he was going to be busy delivering sandwiches. Then the thought came. I could be busy delivering sandwiches too.
I smiled at the thought of escape and jumped to my feet. "Mother, Petunia." I cut into their blathering."Don't worry, I won't damadge your precious Vernon. And I solomnly swear I will make myself as scarce as can be. He'll have forgotten I live here by the end of summer."
I dashed away to the telephone as soon as I could and rang up Jeff. His brother answered the phone. "Bugger" I thought. "What is his name again? Morely? Morgan? well shit," "Hi" I said. "This is Lily, Jeffs friend."
"Oh, right, Jeff mentioned you might be interested in working for me this summer along side him. Well, you're in luck, I definatly need one more person, all my usual guys are away on hol's all summer in Italy or Portugal or someplace. So it'd be a wonderful help if you'd join the team."
I was excited, Jeff must have sold me very well. "I would love to work for you this summer. Jeff never mentioned which deli it is though, and when did you want me to start?"
"Oh, ha, right then. We're called 'The Deli' nothing hard to remember. And you can start in two days if thats good for you. Jeff can take you there and show you the ropes. We have bikes there for you to deliver with."
"Well that sounds fantastic. I'll see you in two days then. Um... is Jeff there though?"
"No he's gone out with some nice young chap. Oh, and how old are you exactly?"
'Bugger, did Jeff already tell him? Is this a trick?' "I'm 15, same as Jeff." I prayed he didn't know the truth.
"Great then, I'll let Jeff know you rang him. See you soon."
I hung up the phone and let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
"So" I jumped at the sound of my fathers voice behind me. "You're 15 are you? I guess I must have missed those other two birthdays." I turned around to see a mischevious smile on his face.
" Dad, I can't stay in the house with Vernon all summer. I hate him, he's weird, and mean, and a lazy lump, and mother and Petunia will be looking at me with even more contempt that they do now." I was whining, I couldn't help it. "Why did you agree to let him live here? Certainly he has other relatives that could take him in."
"Oh of corse he does honey, but they're far away from here. Too far away from Petunia. I know that she'd leave if I didn't let him stay, and I couldn't let that happen." he sighed.
"Why not?" I argued. "She has to annoy you at least a little bit!"
"Lily. She's my daughter just as much as you are. I love the both of you too much, lord knows why, to see either of you run away for some boy."
"Fine." I slumped down in my chair. "I guess you'll have to put up with him more than I will anyway."
He cringed a bit. "So tell be about this job of yours." He smirked.
By two weeks later I was an expert bike rider. I could turn without using my hands at least. And dodging traffic takes a lot of skill, especially at rush hour. Jeff had been teaching me how to do simple things to my hair, and convinced me that I really shouldn't cut it all off, which I was tempted to. I accustomed my wardrobe to make myself look more mature. Which is rather ridiculous because I was already more mature than most people 5 years older than me, let alone 2. And the wardrobe change had kind of grown on me. I liked getting dressed up every day. And feeling pretty all day long.
I had worked out how to best avoid Vernon. I've given up television, I eat breakfast at 7a.m., and because I want to be out of the house before Vernon wakes up, I've taken to jogging. I jog over to Jeff's house to wake him up, then I jog home to grab a change of clothes and my work bike. After work I sneak in though the back door, grab dinner from the fridge and go up to my room.
A very nice system...For Vernon.
Three wekks into the job, Miko, Jeffs brother, sent me to a building I'd never been to before. I loaded up the cooler with lunch for twenty, and rode over there. It was a huge shiny building with a modern art ball structure in the front. What a waste of metal, I always thought.
I walked through the glass doors with the bike and cooler by my side, and went to reception. "I need to drop lunch off to floor 16." I told the bored, solomn looking woman sitting behind the desk.
"Just leave your bike here and take it up then, oh, and sign your name there." She pointed to a book with her pen.
I did as she said and unhooked the cooler. to carry it over to the lift. There wee three other people also waiting. One woman in a brown poncho, and baby blue bell bottoms, she had shoulder length brown hair, and was prattling a list of to-do's to a small mousy looking girl with dark glasses, the girl was furiously writing down everything in an awkward position. The third person was a tall rather good looking man with a camera bag and a blue and red striped nautical looking shirt. He was humming a tune and running a hand through his short wavy brown hair. There was a mirror for a wall around the lift. I caught a glimps of myself. A young girl in a green golf shirt with denim cuffed shorts, white trainers, and long red hair, the front done in twists to keep it out of my face. And I was carrying a big, heavy, bright red cooler. 'I don't look all that bad' I thought. 'My breasts have definatly grown this summer, and with this light make-up on I totally can pass for 16.' I stole a glance at Camera Guy, he was looking at me through the mirror, and winked at me. I smirked and winked back, just then the lift doors opened.
Standing in the lift, Poncho woman pressed the 16th floor button, and continued prattling to the mousy girl. "Which floor for you?" Asked Camera Guy to me.
"16" I responded. I looked at him directly and noticed that he had dangerously attractive and soft features, not to mention deep hazel eyes. "Are you there too?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm the photographer." he motioned to his bag. "Williams my name. Are you one of the juniors?"
"One of the which sorry?"
"The juniors, the junior models, for the shoot."
"Oh" I blushed. "No, I'm just here to deliver your lunch." I laughed nervously.
"Really?" He sounded suprised. "Well I guess I should have known from the cooler." he laughed,
"What made you think I'd be a modle? I'm not exactly dressed for the part." I nodded down indicating my attire, since I couldn't move my hands.
"Well, it's just not often you come across legs like yours, and that magnificent hair."
The Poncho lady looked at me then. "Hey, you're right William. What a wonderful discovery you've made! And those eyes!" She manuvered to stand right in front of me. Thes was making me rather uncomfortable. I was used to being ignored by all but Jeff, that or being called a 'freak' or 'loser'. These two people were admiring me. "My names Trisha" She continued. "One of our juniors was causing a bit too much trouble, drama queens, you know, so we had to let her go. Now I've been searching desperatly for a suitable replacement for her. Have you ever modled before?" She didn't wait for an answer. "You have an opportunity to make loads of money and get your picture in the magazines. If, that is, we use your pictures.We'll only hold you up for and hour if you agree."
The lift door opened and we all got out. I still hadn't replyed. 'This could be fun.' I thought 'It would definatly knock Petunia off her pedistle, or it could be a major burden. But she said IF they use my pictures, which they probably wouldn't do. Oh, what the hell, why not?' "Sure" I heard myself say. "Why not."
There turned out to be many reasons why not to have done it. They were convinced I was 15, two years older than I actually was.
They did use my pictures.
They did put me in a few magazines.
And they passed my name on to some diferent people in search of a model.
My parents and Petunia found out before I did that I was in a teen mag that Petunia frequently purchases. The picture was of me on a beach wearing a swim suit. Mother was not impressed. Petunia whinned about like a child. Dad smiled cheekly and said "So you deliver sandwiches do you?" And Vernon looked at me in his pervy way. Jeff was supportive, and claims that he is the one that made it all possible, and the little bugger is right.
I, however, received a nice big cheque. I did a few more shoots that summer, along with working for 'The Deli',
I'm not sure why I went back to wearing jerseys and jeans and leaving my hair when I went to Diagon Alley for school supplies. I just did. And I didn't want anyone in the magical world treating me differently. Not that there was anyone especially important to me in that world. I put all my earnings into my Gringotts account. If I'd have put it in my muggle account the governmnet would get curous, and I was still under age.
That was two years ago. Now I am of age. I'm 15 and am headed into my 5th year at Hogwarts. being a model had gotten to my head somewhat. I am more confident now, by tenfold, both with my sexuality and intelegance. But at school... I'm different. I'm forcing myself to act the way I always had. I try to stay hidden, I keep to myself. Jeff is still my best friend. He doesn't know I'm a witch, still. He is in his second year of college now, and plans to move in with his boyfriend Kenneth to Brighton next September. I'll probably be running back and forth between there and London all next summer.
He's always joking and telling me to shag my photographer. I laugh about it, but truth is, last year I did. And it was a definate moment to remember.
His name was Colton. An apprentice photographer. Colton was 17 then, and thought I was 16. He sweet talked me through my sun dress shoot. And then afterwords, he sweet talked me out of it. It was awkward and amazing at the same time. Everywhere he touched, caressed, kissed, and pushed. God it was great. Afterwards he lay on top of me spent. That part I may have liked best. Just the feeling of his skin on mine.
I found out afterwards he had had a steady girlfriend at the time. Not that I was instantly in love with Colton or anything, but Jeff did have to pull me out of a bucket of ice cream, and I would up in a snog session with a couple different male models.
Since then there's been two more flings this past summer. The first one was actually a male model that I did a shoot with. We went out for a drink and things got a little crazy. I never spoke to him after that. But a week later I met Richard, a cute techno geek with boyish good looks. I met him in line at Tesco's and asked him out. We went out for three weeks before I got him in bed. He was a gentle guy, shy too. But he got the job done.
We ended it three days ago. The final goodbye was me getting dressed at the foot of his bed, him still starkers and exposed lying there, arms behind his head, staring at me with no expression. He didn't say anything as I walked out. There was no argument, nothing. Thinking back on the whole relationship, however short, it was very... mellow. Boring even. We never had any fights, few laughs, it was just there.
Now I'm ready for something more passionate and angry, and I'm going to school.
here I am now sitting in my own compartment on the Hogwarts Express.
"Evans" comes a holler as the door slides open. I jumped and looked into the dark eyes of Sirius Black. The hot bastard who was standing in the doorway.
"What?"
"What the hell do you think you're doing making Remus look bad?" He asked.
"What the hell are you talking about? How could I be making Lupin look bad. I've just been sitting here."
"You're supposed to be in the heads compartment" Potter said from behind Black. " For the prefects meeting."
'Prefects meeting?' "Why would I be involved in the prefects meeting? You've obviouslt gotten something mixed-up." This is a joke, it has to be, they've been torturing me since i stepped foot on magical soil. Will they ever give up?
"Nothings mixed up, except for you, you idiot." Black grabbed the sleexe of mu oversized jersey. "We're taking you there."
'Sure you are you fucker, and then you'll find a way to make me the laughing stock of Hogwarts by binding and gagging me somewhere.' I thought
But just then a few Slytherines were headed our way. Zabini and Malfoy included.
"Well well well." Malfoy sneered. "Looks like Potter and Black have taken up with the mudblood."
I just stared impassively at an area just above their heads. Why they think that name would still offend me after five years is beyond me.
"If would be for your benefit Malfoy to not use that word." Black stated through gritted teeth.
Oh the scariness of Sirius Black, not.
"Make me stop using it then, come on, lets se what you've got." Malfoy challenged.
Just then a song popped into my head, something along the lines of 'Macho, macho man, you've got to be a macho man.' This is quite entertaining actually, I laughed out loud. Shit! They all turned to look at me. "Sorry" I said "Continue on with you're machoisms." I leaned against the wall.
Black threw a spell at Malfoy who jumped out of the way. It hit one of the second years. The poor kid lost his voice.
"So then, it's just ridiculous spells is it? Fine then." Malfoy tossed a spell back, but it hit me rather than Black. I broke into hysterics.
"Ha, ha, ha" I laughed, and threw my head back. " You two have the worst aim I've ever seen." Tears were coming to my eyes I was laughing so hard. My knees gave out. I slid to the floor. " And you're both on the quidditch teams! Ha ha."
I could see them cracking up because of my antics. "Reverse it! Reverse it!" I cried out between laughs. My side was splitting. " Oh, this hurts!"
Malfoy undid the spell.
All the boys were staring at me as I got to my feet, wiping tears from my eyes and a hand through my hair. "So," I chewed my lip a bit "Where is this aforsaid prefects meeting I'm apparently supposed to be at?" I asked Potter.
"Evens, Merlin you're useless" This came from Snape, who had just arrived at the scene. "You're supposed to be in the heads compartment."
'Hmm,' I looked from Black to Potter to Snape. "Why does everyone know about this except for me?"
"Because you're and idiot" Zabini stated from behind Malfoy.
"It was a rehtorical question"
"Shut up and come with me" Snape barked.
Following Snape, I heard the boys picking up on their fight behind me.