Hello everyone! This is my new James/Lily story, hope you like…
I was walking through the Great Hall, looking for Marlene and Alice. Once I saw them, I reckon Potter, Remus, Peter, Frank and Black sat with them. The story Black was telling seemed very funny, because it looked like Marlene couldn't breathe anymore. Her head was as red as a tomato. I looked around to find an empty spot. All seats were taking. I sighed and walked in their direction.
"Oy, Prongs! Look who's there!", Sirius yelled while he was pointing at me.
"Evaaaans", Potter grinned while he turned . "You look nice today. Somewhat… different." I rolled my eyes. When the person who sat next to Alice stood up, I hurried to take the seat. Before I could make it, I felt two strong hands around my waist, yanking me on a lap. James' lap. Crap.
"Shut up. How could I look any different than Marlene or Alice? We all wear the same, idiot." To my surprise his grin disappeared. What the hell? I made the famous James Potter shut up?
"You're still prettier than them", he said, seriously, ignoring the "Oy!" from Alice and Marlene.
"No worries, ladies", Sirius said charming. "I'm still here, and I don't mind the looks." The Marauders burst out laughing.
"No humor", Alice muttered. "And, by the way, I don't need you, Sirius. I have Frank. A handsome bloke." Now it was our turn to laugh. Not that Remus, Potter and Peter were so quiet, they laughed along with us. Only Sirius pouted.
"No worries, Sirius", Marlene did an oath in, "there are still some House-elfs who are lonely."
"You're mean", he said, played-sad. I saw he was fighting a smile.
"And, if there isn't any handsome Elf, you could always try it with Potter", Lily laughed. Remus and Peter almost fell of their chairs.
"No, he has a girlfriend", Sirius muttered. "I think I'm staying with the Elfs."
"You… You do?", I asked. Why did I felt the tears beneath my eyes?
"Yeah, I do. We're even engaged. Next Christmas is our wedding", he said seriously. When I kept looking at him, and I turned my body, a wide grin spread on his handsome face.
"Jerk!", I shouted while I stood up, slapping his arm.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But, now I know you care so much, would you go out with me?", James asked, rubbing over his arm where I hit him.
"Moron", I muttered. "And no, I will not."
"Please?", he begged. "You'll love it."
"No, I don't want to. And besides, I'm already going with someone. Someone nice."
"Oh yeah? Who is it?", Marlene grinned. She knew I didn't have anyone.
"That's none of your business", I answered.
"C'mon, Evans, just tell us", Sirius pushed.
"No. And if you'll excuse me now, I'm at the library, studying." Once I turned on my heels, I walked away. I heard footsteps behind me, but I didn't want to know who it was. It would just be Marlene, or Alice, asking the name of my fake-date. Like I ever would tell them. Like I had someone.
"Evans", I heard. I didn't stop, didn't turn. There were two people in this whole school who called me Evans, and that were Black and Potter. And I didn't want to talk to neither of them. To be honest, I already knew who it was Potter. No one had such a voice. Great. I had to say, Potter caused some heavy butterflies in my belly whenever he looked at me. I hated it. I couldn't like the boy who I hated for four years.
"Evans", he said again.
"What?", I asked, turning.
"Wait up", James gasped. "Why are you running this hard?"
"I want the best spot in the library", I lied.
"Of course… Are you sure you don't want to tell me who's your date next Saturday?", he pushed.
"Yeah, pretty sure", I sighed. Not again… The next moment I saw how Lucius and Lestrange walked in the corridor.
"Look who we have there", James muttered. He pulled out his wand and so did I.
"What are we doing?", I hissed.
"Have ourselves a bit of fun", Potter grinned.
"You're an awful person. But, we're no Head Girl or Boy, and they are Snakes so… Let's do it."
"What's happening with you? Three weeks ago you wouldn't even talk to me", he asked, astonished.
"I'm growing up. It's great, you should give it a go", I answered, refusing to make eye-contact. I focused on Malfoy and Lestrange again. After a little agreement James hexed Lestrange, I hexed Malfoy. They both started tap-dancing, which was very funny to see. When they got out of breath, we stopped the two Snakes. Instead of tap-dancing, they started to say everything what they thought of.
"I'm going to kill them!", Bellatrix shouted. "Filthy Mudbloods! You're a disgrace for the name Pureblood!" Suddenly professor McGonagal stood behind her.
"Excuse me, Miss Lestrange? Who are you going to kill exactly?", she asked.
"Those Gryffs! They're all the same; sticking their long noses in everyone's business. Dead to Gryffindor!", Lucius did an oath in. He slapped his hand before his mouth, uncomprehending why he just said that. McGonagal raised an eye-brow, and said coolly: "Detention, for two weeks, every night. And, fifty points are taken from Slytherin for threatening innocent people. Plus twenty more for insulting a Professor with the name Mudblood. Each." After that, she stepped in our direction.
"Shit!", James hissed. He pulled at my arm and drew me in a little, dark room. We heard Mcgonagal pass.
"Where are we?", I whispered. All I knew was that the room was dark, small and Potter was simply too close to me. I could smell his senth. My head started spinning.
"A broom-closet", he whispered back. I could hear the grin in his deep, husky voice.
"Why?"
"It was this, or McGonagal. I guess this was just a little better."
"No, I'm going for McGonagal. Seems more fun", I stuttered. Why was my heart racing? I hoped he couldn't hear my heartbeat. He chuckled.
"Seriously, Evans? One moment you're almost a Marauder, and you look at me with that gaze of you like you're - at least - my friend, and the second you're acting like you can't stand me."
"Maybe I'm not acting. Maybe I just can'tujh", I suggested.
"Oh no, you like me. So do us both a favor and kiss me already." He bowed to kiss me, and it took all my self-control to put my hand over his mouth and turn my face away. Gosh, I would love to kiss him. But I couldn't. Not James. I wasn't in love. It just couldn't be.
"Have it your way. But just remember, when we're kissing next week, you owe me an apology", he sighed while he removed my hand.
"Potter!", I snarled. "We're not going to kiss. Not this week, not next week, not ever." I turned, and fumbled at the door where I stood against. Locked. Great.
"Let me do that for you", James' deep voice said in my ear, before kissing it. "Alohomora."
I heard a soft click and the door opened. Now I reckoned that Potter's hand was on mine. I tried to shrug it off. When I didn't succeed, and he still hold my hand in his, I gave up and stepped out of the cupboard. I tripped over the little step and fell on my back, taking James with me in my fall.
"You're very clumsy, you know that?", he laughed, lying on top of me. He released my hand and I put it on his chest, trying to push him away.
"What are you eating?", I asked. "You're heavy."
"That isn't fat, like you think. It's all muscle. I work out."
"And what do we have here?", a voice asked. "Prongs and Evans, snogging. That's new news."
"We aren't snogging", James laughed at Sirius.
"Of course not", he said sarcastically. "Just remember, if you're trying to keep your relationship a secret, maybe you just better stayed in that closet."
"We're not having a relationship. I actually hate him, if you didn't know that already", I hissed.
"Oh yeah? Why am I still on top of you, then?", James grinned. I pushed him of me and stood up.
"I hate you."
"Nah, you don't. You love me, mark my words."
"I. Do. Not." I turned and walked away, pretty angry now. How dared he? Pulling me in a broom-closet, asking me out and to kiss him, and then telling me I loved him?
Nuts, I thought. He's nothing but a stupid, arrogant, selfish, nuts moron.
But a little voice inside me screamed I was wrong. That I did have feelings for him. I ignored that voice and went to the library.
So? I know, another James and Lily story… I'm sorry! Anyways, let me know what you think! –ES
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