Summary: "Want to make a bet on that?" his eyebrows rose so high that they disappeared in those blasted messy bangs of his. "I will accept your proposition and win, Potter." I spat back, shaking his outreached hand, not knowing what exactly I was getting myself into.
Full Summary: Lily Evans has picked up a rather nasty habit: Gambling. Well, more like betting, really. Seventh Year was just supposed to be a nice, simple year as usual and things would end easily, that is until a certain James Potter steps into the Head Boy and Head Girl Compartment on the Hogwarts Express. From love to hate, life to death, Lily Evans had found herself betting on everything with James Potter. Perhaps she shouldn't have placed that first bet on her best friend's romance or perhaps she should have stopped when she placed that bet on how long James Potter could ignore her. Lily Evans tells herself she can stop whenever she wants but can she really?
Pairings: JPLE, SiriusOC, Some OCOC flings that might bore you but alas, I am a romantic person…somewhat.
Author's Note: All right then, I will explain to new readers that this is pretty much a sequel to another fanfic of mine (check profile if you want) but it's more of a Sister Story, I suppose. That means you can just skip reading it since it's just background information on the already established SiriusOC relationship. So, don't feel pressured to read it but if you feel you'll be confused, then I suppose you should skim a few chapters.
As to my returning readers, if I still have any by the time I post this (I'm always such a slow person), I hope you like this second installment :)
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would have had Neville and Luna end up together :(
"I can't believe it…" I murmured to myself as my fingers traced the 'H' on my new Head Girl badge. It had been weeks since I had gotten the letter announcing that I was head girl but I was just minutes away from the Hogwarts Express now and I just couldn't believe it: I, Lily Evans, was selected for Head Girl. I was pretty sure Mary MacDonald would have gotten it since my grade went down in Potions thanks to a certain git named James Potter. One of his oh-so clever pranks was to completely mess up my essays by inserting insults to Professor Slughorn about his weight. Potter claimed it was way to get my attention but all I remember him getting were shrieks and insults from me. Yes, he's quite the genius.
"Lily, you'll be coming home for the Holidays, won't you, dear?" Mum looked back from the front seat while Dad concentrated on driving. I cringed at the thought of wearing a mauve, puffy bridesmaid dress when I wasn't even the Maid of Honor. Of course, we were talking about my sister here, and there's the fact we've absolutely hated each other ever since I became a witch. But still, if I have to wear such a hideous thing for her wedding, I'd rather just partake in the event by sitting in the back row and produce fake sobs and tears. However, Mum had different thoughts and thought it was only right to include me in wedding. Well make me a bloody flower girl then! Though, that little bratty niece of the fat git Petunia's marrying takes that roll.
"Are they sure they're going to get married then? Why not after I graduate? Then, I could use the excuse of finding a flat to move into instead of going to their wedding." Mum just clicked her tongue and then gave me a look from the rearview mirror.
"But she's your sister, Lily!" Mum scolded to which I returned her look in the mirror. Blood relation didn't seem to matter these days for my sister and I simply hated each other. Well, she hated me really. I do miss talking to her but she persists on being so stubborn and won't accept the fact that I'm a witch and she isn't. We've found it best just to ignore each other's existence, which is exactly what we did this summer. She and Vernon went out to dinner (I bet half of the restaurants are closed because that fat git ate all their food) while I was cozy upstairs, reading a book. Well, sometimes, I met up with my two new acquired best friends, Evelyn Hall and Geoff Wickett. It was rather odd since I've known them from First Year but I suppose Severus was my best friend for longest time and then, well he pretty much changed.
It was still odd seeing Severus, even if he was my neighbor. I had never bothered to tell Mum and Dad on how we still weren't friends, so Mum would sometimes talk to him if she outside and if he was passing by. I would listen to these exchanges from an open window in my room as I pretended to read. I remember one particular moment where Mum had asked why Severus and I haven't hung out the whole entire summer and he replied that he hadn't been the nicest to me and quickly made his way down back to his house. I had expected him to say he was busy or some excuse like that but then I figured he was trying to win Mum over so she could try to convince to forgive or something. There isn't anything to forgive anyways; it's not like I'm still hurt by him. People just grow apart…especially when they get into the Dark Arts.
"Well, here we are." Dad announced as he pulled the car into a parking space. I glanced out the window to see if I saw any fellow peers of mine. I only saw younger students that I only knew from eating meals at the Great Hall. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door. I quickly slid out and helped my unpack the trunk while Mum got a cart.
Just as soon as we loaded everything onto the cart, I heard that bloody voice that haunts me in my sleep; however, it was deeper than last year.
"Evans!" I turned my head slightly to see that James Potter was like fifteen meters away. Sirius Black was waving with him and cupped his hands over his mouth but I walked off before he could yell anything. I don't know how Potter spotted me but I quickly kissed my parents on their cheeks.
"I'm fine by myself, this is the seventh time you know." I announced as I started to rush off.
"Okay then! Well, we'll see you during Christmas! Remember to write us! Don't get too caught up with your Head Girl work! Don't stress over it! Bring home a nice boy too! We love you, dearest!" I cringed as Mum began to go on about how she wanted grandchildren soon but not too soon. I turned around the last time and gave a final wave. However, Potter and Sirius was about a meter or two from passing my parents so I quickly rushed inside the train station and pushed my way through crowds. I could Potter and Sirius's shouts and laughter as they continued to trail me down. My God, they were so bloody irritating. I really didn't know who was worse: Potter or Sirius but then again, ever since Sirius has started dating Evelyn he has gotten better.
Speaking of Evelyn, I needed her this instant to distract Sirius and then I could just sneak away from Potter. Of course, I couldn't spot the blonde anywhere. But, I did spot another good friend of mine, Cliff Morris.
Cliff Morris is…an interesting fellow. He's very effeminate, both physically and emotionally. I mean he doesn't cross dress or anything; he's just eerily beautiful. Not sexy, not hot, just somewhat beautiful. I think it's his blue cat like eyes or something; they have some sort of appeal. Well, his looks are one thing and his personality is another. Cliff is very much so…a bitch. There just isn't anything else to describe him. He's very moody and he pouts a lot and no, he's not gay, he's bisexual. He's always sure to correct this. It seems it's not that important to share but that's the reason I met him. You see, one week, dung bombs were being flung at me and all sorts of little pranks were cast upon me. Of course, I suspected Potter but only to discover a dung-covered Cliff behind a corridor while I was walking back to the Common Room with Evelyn and Geoff. A worn picture of Potter was discovered in Cliff's wallet to which it was revealed Cliff was disgusted with how cruel I was to Potter. Somehow, after that, we became friends. I know it's bloody strange.
"Cliff!" I called as I grabbed onto his arm. His face took a look of aghast until he saw it was me who was pulling at him. He gave me one of those crooked grins and hugged me. I gave him a quick hug and then pulled away.
"Potter's after me…!" I hissed at him as I linked arms with him, increasing our pace. Cliff just let an understanding grunt instead of squealing over Potter, like the usual. I looked at him quizzically to which he ignored. I heard someone clear her throat behind us and I looked to see Berenice, Cliff's little sister, glaring at me somewhat.
"Yes?" I asked to which she remained silent for a moment. I looked to Cliff in confusion to which he just rolled her eyes.
"It looks like she's stuck," he said as he swatted her upon the head, as if she was a record. I gave a slight gasp of laughter at this while Berenice started to bicker with Cliff.
"Ow! Damn it, Cliff, grow up already!" she yelled at him to which he swatted her upon the head again.
"Oh please! You're the one being bloody rude by hacking away behind us! If you have something to say, say it!" he yelled back while Berenice tried to smack him back.
"I thought it was obvious, really! She was in the way of my cart!" Cliff smacked her hands away and went to push his cart faster.
"This is why I hate being seen in public with you! You're such a bloody prude, you should grow up!" he countered back to which Berenice kicked him in response. He gave a cry of pain in return while I just stood, awkward and not knowing what to do.
"I'm only a year younger than you, so shut the bloody hell up!" Berenice screamed in both of our ears and Cliff rubbed his shin. He looked at Berenice in defeat and then started to push his cart again, I quickly followed but after a minute or so, he stopped pushing his cart. I gave him an impatient look since I could hear Potter coming closer but he just held up finger as to say it would only take one minute.
Cliff quickly ran away from his cart and went back to his sister's cart. He then took the cart by the other side and shoved Berenice back into the crowd. This caused the whole crowd to go into a bit of chaos while Cliff and I ran away from his screaming sister. I tried scoffing and acting disgusted but I couldn't help but smile slightly at Cliff's crooked grin.
"I learned that from Geoff in one of those muggle food stores." he told me as we finally approached the 9 3/4 Platform a small line was already formed as fellow students boarded the Hogwarts Express.
"You and Geoff hung out over the summer?" I asked a bit surprised. I had always thought they barely got along but Cliff just nodded to this.
"Well, it was Evelyn and Geoff. It was only once and I think you were on some sort of vacation then." Cliff said this on bitter note when he included Evelyn's name but I really did not want to start a fight of some sort, so I brushed it off. I remembered staying in the vacation house out in the Countryside for a good month or so. It was beautiful there, but a bit dull.
"Oh, I see…" we drifted off into a comfortable silence. As soon as we were going to board the train, I heard Potter and Sirius's shouts. I nearly tumbled into the Hogwarts Express since I was in such a hurry not to be seen by them. The line of students boarding had gotten a bit longer, so I had a good five minutes to try and find a place to evade them completely. I had turned to talk to Cliff again, but the bloody prat left me to go look for God-Knows-What.
So, of course, I spent the next five minutes trying to search for the Heads compartment, but sadly, I had no idea where it was. Here I was, dragging my luggage with me all over the Hogwarts Express. I tried my best to find some friend of mine but I remembered that they were most likely all the way in the back of train, where most Seventh Years tended to go. Of course, I had to be at the front of train since that's where I figured all the important compartments were. I finally paused at the entrance of a loo to put on my Head Girl badge and look over the letter again. It wasn't really a surprise to see that it didn't have any information on which compartment the Heads were to meet. Speaking of which, I didn't even know who the Head Boy was. I thought of Remus Lupin but he's far too involved in pranks. Maybe it would be a Ravenclaw…
"Lily Evans!" a familiar voice called from behind me. A hand met my shoulder to which I really did jump and turn around. I met Sirius Black's grin as he pulled his hand away.
"My apologies, I forgot you're in training as an old maid." I gave a disgusted scoff as he laughed at his own little joke. I crossed my arms defensively and shot him a dirty look.
"What is it, Black?" I spat his surname at him to which he waved a finger and clicked his tongue. I glanced at my luggage for moment to see if he had tampered with anything.
"We decided on first names, Evans." he spat my own last name at me and he continued to grin like a fool. I rolled eyes at this and started to push my way past him.
"Only around Evelyn." I replied as I started to wheel my luggage but Sirius put his foot on my cart, causing me to tumble slightly. He let out a bark of laughter at this while I felt myself boil with anger.
"Alright now, games are aside, do you happen to know where Evelyn is?" as much as I could hate Sirius Black sometimes, I couldn't help but feel a disgusting stab of admiration as his face beamed at the mention of her name. I could tell he really was fascinated with her, even if they weren't so public about their relationship. Sure, people knew they were dating and such, but I'd only seen them give each other pecks and little hugs. They still seemed like friends but I suppose it's a pretty casual relationship. Geoff, however, tells me different since he walked in on them in an empty classroom.
"Well?" Sirius gave me an impatient look due to my moment of silence. I felt that stab admiration die and a new feeling take over: irritation.
"Well, I hear she got transferred to a muggle school…" I drifted off and then shot Sirius another dirty look to which he returned.
"Listen, I know you know where she usually goes. I can also tell that you can find the Heads compartment, which by the way, congrats." he gave me a sarcastic smile to which I returned.
"Much is obliged." I felt rather passive aggressive saying this but Sirius just continued to glare at me.
"I can tell you where the Heads compartment is if you tell me where I can find Evelyn." Sirius bartered to which I was going to refuse but I glanced at the clock to see that the train was going to start moving any moment and the Heads were supposed to be in the compartment before the train started moving.
"Fine, Evelyn would be where all the other Seventh Years, the back of the train, so you have a long ways to go. I don't see why you couldn't have figured that out" I gave him another sarcastic smile while he let out a quiet string of profanities.
"Well, thanks anyways, Evans. The Heads compartment is three doors down." before I could yell at him about why he didn't tell me this later, Sirius started running down the train to find, whom I assume, Evelyn.
I grudgingly dragged my luggage and followed Sirius's direction. I pulled open the compartment door and fortunately, Sirius was right and I had made it to the compartment on the time. I looked to see that there was a letter addressed to both the Head Boy and Girl and I decided it was best not to open it until the Head Boy showed.
So, while I was waiting for the Head Boy, I played a guessing game with myself. I was thinking about how funny it would be if Geoff Wickett, one of my best friends, were Head Boy. Surely he was smart since he's in Ravenclaw but he would have told me over the summer. What if it was Severus? Maybe that's why he was being so nice to my mother; maybe he was aware of me listening in to their conversations. Maybe he wanted a new start. Maybe…
"Lily Evans!" I never had hated hearing my full name so much in just an hour. First, it was Sirius and now I am facing Potter, whom had managed to track me down. Sirius probably gave him a tidbit as he passing by or something.
"Potter, don't bother me now. This is the Heads compartment." I spat at him to which he only grinned. For some reason, he always took my insults as a compliment. I pointed me finger towards to door to indicate that he should leave.
"The Head Boy will be coming any moment, now leave." I spat at him to which he grinned even wider than he usually did. Now, I looked at him suspiciously.
"Why are you grinning like an idiot, Potter?" I asked to which he pointed to his chest. My eyes hesitantly made their way to where he was pointing and then I felt them widen in shock. Right there, was a badge that had "H.B." on it.
"That badge better stand for Horrendous Bloke, Potter." I looked up to him as panic seared through my body. He only shook his head, as his grin grew even wider. How wide could his bloody mouth stretch?
"Okay, I get it. Nice prank, Potter. Now go give it back to its original owner." I tried to turn him around but he wouldn't budge at all! It was when he placed his hands gently on my shoulders, indicating for me to stop trying to move him. I quickly jumped back as I shot him a dirty look.
"Don't touch me." I spat at him as I crossed my arms defensively, a habit I did when I felt somewhat insecure, not that I would admit it to Potter.
"Shouldn't you be nicer to the Head Boy, Evans?" he acquired in such a haughty, intelligent voice that it made me want to strangle him, which I was debating on whether or not I should do.
"You've got to be kidding me…" I sat myself down on a seat as Potter reached into his pocket. He pulled out a letter much to my dismay and grinned at my expression full of agony.
"Read it and weep, Evans. Or you could fawn over it. I wouldn't mind either way." he plopped himself on the seat opposite of me only to stand up once again for he felt the letter he sat on. I continued to skim the letter he gave me over and over only to find it was indeed true. James Potter was Head Boy.
"Hey, look at this. We were supposed to meet with the Prefects ten minutes ago!" Potter exclaimed as if it was good news as he gazed at the letter. I immediately stood up and nearly knocked down the compartment door. He quickly followed after me as I paced to the Prefects compartment, which was in a different section.
After about five minutes or so, we finally made it the Prefects compartment. I slammed the door open and hastily walked in, with Potter following after.
"Sorry we're late, we had a misunderstanding you see…" I looked to see that the compartment was empty. I quickly turned around to a grinning idiot, Potter, in other words.
"You said we were late!" I yelled at him as I grabbed the letter that was addressed to the both of us.
"Did I say ten minutes late? I meant to say that we had to be here in ten minutes." I read the letter that confirmed on what Potter had just said. I glared at him for the thousandth time that morning as he grinned at me for the hundredth thousandth time.
"Would you stop it?" I cried at him as I tossed the letter aside. His face took a look of confusion, which angered me even more.
"Stop what?" he asked in innocent voice that sounded too innocent to my ears. I was about to jab him in the chest with my finger but he might have taken it the wrong way so I resumed to just continue shooting him dirty looks.
"Stop being a such a git, as usual! First off, you prance into the Heads compartment, flashing your blasted badge everywhere and then you're all "Oh, look we're late!" in an idiotic jolly voice and then I rush here, pushing through random people like an idiot all for your bloody amusement!" I finished out of breath while Potter clapped his hands, which made me want to commit murder.
"Bravo! Encore! You should write the Minister of Magic's speeches, since the people who write his now cannot write for shit." he adjusted his glasses as he said this and took a stance as if he was pondering.
"Stop evading my point, Potter!" I snapped at him to which he grinned at me. Since when has Potter gotten the better of me like this? I mean he'd have his victorious moments but this was absolutely mad!
"Oh, you mean how come I'm Head Boy?" he nonchalantly asked as he ruffled his blasted hair. It wasn't really what I was pointing out but I did want to know that.
"Well, Dumbledore thought it was wise not to give it to Moony for certain, unspoken reasons and he chose me instead!" he explained, giving me an obnoxious grin as I rubbed my temples.
"Why you?" I complained aloud, still rubbing my temples. Potter gave a fake sigh as if he was as much as agony as me.
"I don't know, Evans…" he ruffled his bloody hair, which nearly made me want to scream.
"Potter, you're on a bloody train. You cannot ride a broomstick in a bloody train so you cannot have bloody wind blown hair." I snapped at him to which he immediately put his hand down as he continued to grin that idiotic grin.
"I could always stick my head out the window," he pointed out as he sat across from me. I watched him as he gazed out the window, as he if was actually considering putting his head out the window.
"Oh, do please, maybe a tunnel would slice it off." I retorted as I picked up the letter that I had previously thrown on the floor. I reread it to see if Dumbledore put anything like "Ho ho ho! Just kidding! Hoped you like my little joke" but there nothing on it except instructions. Sighing genuinely, unlike Potter, I looked at the other directions. After meeting with the Prefects, we free to go to any compartment and converse with our friends until the end of the train ride. Then, we had to ride together in a carriage up to Hogwarts and meet with Professor McGonagall for further instructions. I let out a groan of agony to this, which made Potter look at me curiously.
"What?" he asked as he grabbed the letter from me. I scowled at his grabbing at me but chose to remain silent as his eyes skimmed the letter. I swear, I nearly pushed him out the window when I saw that arrogant smirk hang off the corner of his mouth.
"We get our own carriage, Evans!" he exclaimed in a mocking jolly tone as he continued to grin at my scowl.
"Potter, if you don't stop grinning like a moron, I will hex you into oblivion." he just nodded and turned his head towards the window, still grinning like a moron. I chose not to start a one-sided argument with him for the moment and sat there for a few minutes, waiting for the Prefects to come.
Finally, one of them stepped in and all the others showed up moments later. I stood up and was about to introduce myself when Potter stepped in front of me.
"Lily," he said arrogantly "I can take things from here." as of this, he went into a nearly perfect lecture about becoming a Prefect and just reminded current Prefects on how they should act. He sounded so haughtily intelligent that I had put my hand under my jaw from dropping. I didn't know what happened over the summer and it was going to stay that way.
After about fifteen minutes or so, Potter finished his little lecture and bid the Prefects goodbye. I just stood there for a good minute as I stared at him disbelievingly. He stared back with mocking questioningly look.
"Yes?" he asked as I pushed past him, exiting out of the compartment. He followed me much to my irritation. He continued to tap my shoulder for answer as he called me my name.
"Lily? Evans? Lily Evans?" I stopped walking abruptly, which nearly caused him to stumble into me, but I sidestepped just in time so he couldn't even brush my arm.
"Don't use my first name when you know fully well I hate you." I replied heatedly as I started walking again. He quickly caught up and walked besides me, ignoring the anger seething out of me.
"Well," he said as he opened a door to another section for me "since we're Heads and all, we should really use our first names. I think McGonagall might point that out." I scoffed at this as I slammed the section door shut on Potter, just as he about to walk in. I paced away from the door only to have him jogging by my side two minutes later.
"So, what do you say, Lily?" he asked as I tried to pass him but he kept persisting on keeping the same pace with me.
"I say shut the bloody hell up, Potter." I retorted calmly, trying not to get too angry but I couldn't help but snap when Potter put his arm around me.
"That's the spirit, lass!" he gave me a one arm hug to which I immediately shrugged out of and faced him.
"Don't touch me, Potter! Just why are you following me, anyways?" I snapped at him to which he clicked his tongue and grinned at me like a fool.
"I'm not following you, I'm looking for Padfoot, who is bound to be with Evelyn and you're looking for Evelyn, so it is just a coincidence. Sometimes, Lily, you're so full of yourself." I was walking out of a compartment door as he said this and turned around and slammed the door on his foot. He let out a yelp much to my satisfaction while I started searching through compartments. Many of them were empty but a few of them had friends conversing and such. It wasn't until I opened a compartment to a bunch of Slytherins I saw a familiar face. No, it wasn't Severus; it was Geoff Wickett, my quite insane friend.
Geoff is that type of person you will never figure out. You can never tell what he is thinking and you can never tell what he is going to do. He had this crazy red-nearly-orange hair that actually suited him with these deep, dark green eyes. However, half the time, they were lit up with ecstatic emotions as he caused chaos for no reason whatsoever. Currently, he was at wand point with three Slytherins while two of the girls just giggled at this event.
"What's going on here?" I demanded as I grabbed Geoff's arm and pulled him out of the compartment. One of the Slytherins, Goyle, just looked up with an obviously fake apologetic smile.
"We were just comparing wand sizes." Geoff let out a snort of laughter at this and banged his fist against the wall, as if he couldn't control his laughter. Goyle directed his gaze towards me and glared at Geoff.
"Oi! What the hell is your problem?" he asked as Geoff let out choked laughter. Geoff looked up at him as if he was stupid, but frankly, I didn't get the joke either.
"Think about what you said! We were comparing our wand sizes! Wand as in stick! That rhymes with…" I cut Geoff off as the perverted joke clicked with me right away. Goyle, however, still looked confused but I just mumbled an apology as I slammed the compartment door shut. Geoff was still laughing like an absurd maniac as I couldn't help but grin a little.
"What were you doing in there?" I asked as I dragged him along with me while I searched compartments for Evelyn.
"Ha ha ha…haaaa…" he finally calmed down and replied "Oh, well I was looking for Evelyn and I opened that door to see that Goyle was showing his Dark Mark off. They didn't see me right away, so I got magic marker from my trunk and drew this." he pulled up his sleeve to reveal a bunny with a skull on it that was poorly drawn with green marker.
"Then, I busted into their compartment and screamed "CHECK OUT THESE GUNS." and I showed my own Dark Mark and then we got into an argument which mark was cooler. Then they nearly killed me when I said that green makes Goyle look fat but then you saved me, Lily Billy!" he nearly choked me with a squeezing hug after he said this. Just as I managed to pull him off of me, Potter had managed to catch up with me while limping on one foot.
"You know, Evans, I'll have to drag my foot for the rest of life thanks to you." he ignored Geoff's shrieks at his Head Boy badge, even when Geoff looked at his own reflection in it. Instead, he just scowled at me while I gave him a mock smile.
"Good, it will remind you to watch your tongue." I spat back as I continued down the section looking for Evelyn. Potter dragged his foot after me while Geoff ran back down the section, to get his cart.
"You know, love," Potter called out as I opened another compartment door. I ignored him as I opened another one, only to discover it empty.
"I mean, you know, Evans." I stopped for a moment and looked at him to continue. He looked surprised at this for a second but quickly masked it.
"I would knock before barging into each compartment since you don't know what Padfoot and Evelyn are doing." I snorted at this in disbelief as I opened another door only to see it was just a group of gossiping girls. They all giggled and murmured greetings to the passing Potter but he ignored them as he shut the door for me. This now, surprised me a little, but I decided that is was some little ploy of his.
"You're different, Potter." I stated as I paused for a moment. He stopped limping as well and looked at me with an unreadable look. He then grinned at me as his eyes gave a mischievous glint that I knew since I first saw him. It was a glint I didn't like at all.
"How so, Evans?" he asked as he started to ruffle his hair but quickly caught himself doing this and put his hand down.
"I don't know but I don't like it." I replied coolly as I opened a compartment door. Sure enough, Evelyn was in it but so was Sirius Black and well, they sort of tumbled out. Sirius fell on top of Evelyn, whom had started to blush while staring upwards at Potter and I.
"Oi! Who opened the bloody door…oh, hello mate, Evans." he stood up quickly and then held a hand for Evelyn to which she hesitantly took. For some reason, she didn't like to be too public with her boyfriend but I guess she's more of a private woman since Sirius was pretty much snogging her senseless just a few seconds ago.
Sirius brushed himself off and then brushed Evelyn to which she laughed a little. He gave her smile I've only seen a few times and then stood a good arms length away from her. He must view me like her mum or something since he's been acting like this ever since January from Sixth Year. At first, he liked to kiss her cheek or something right in front of me since he knew it disgusted me but I think Evelyn persuaded him to stop. Now, he kept his ravishing hands to himself, or he just touched Evelyn under the table, away from my view. I didn't care as long as I didn't see it. I sent a pointed towards Evelyn to which she returned.
Evelyn Hall was a very straightforward girl. I mean she practically made me start calling Sirius by his first name and vice versa. She liked to speak her mind and she usually did, which is why I found it so hard to believe that she agreed to date Sirius. I mean Sirius used to go for the girls that would shut up and just marvel over him as he discussed Quidditch with Potter, just like his ex girlfriend, Clara White. However, I see Sirius kiss Evelyn on the cheek oh-so suavely one day in History of Magic and then they just started dating. At first, they didn't seem like a couple but after Christmas, Sirius began to actually hold her and such while murmuring God-Knows-What in her ear. It was a side I had never seen and I really had to give credit to Evelyn for changing him so. Now if she could do that to Potter…
"Lily, you never told me where to meet you today." Evelyn's green eyes frowned at me slightly while Sirius inched closer to Evelyn. I rolled my eyes at him as Potter made his way into the compartment.
"I don't care if you hold her hand or whatever, Sirius and I know, Evelyn, I'm sorry." I gave her apologetic look to which she smiled slightly while Sirius grinned and hooked his arm around her waist. She gave a look which I assume read "Don't get too carried away, you git." but I saw her face grace a small smile.
"EVELYN! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DID SIRIUS KIDNAP YOU AGAIN? CHECK OUT THESE GUNS." Geoff came running down the section and pulled up his sleeve to reveal his 'Dark Mark' to which Sirius snorted while Evelyn laughed. Potter poked his head out the compartment to see the joke but Geoff abruptly pulled down his sleeve.
"Only amazing wizards like me can see it." Geoff stated in all too serious voice that made me start laughing. Potter pointed to me and then to Evelyn to which Geoff nodded his head.
"Yes, Jamie, they're wizards. True men. I'm sorry that you found out Sirius's secret." Evelyn and I laughed while Sirius swatted him against the head. Geoff let out a slight yelp and rubbed his head while Sirius muttered something about bloody spazzes. He then followed Potter back into the compartment, to which Evelyn, Geoff and I followed. However, I was thinking of way to kick Potter out while I entered.
Evelyn and Sirius, of course, sat together and Geoff nearly raced to sit next to Evelyn but I quickly stole the seat for I simply did not want to sit next to Potter. Geoff threw himself to the floor and groaned, something he often did he didn't get his way…or needed attention.
"I'm dyiiiiiing…" he moaned as he faced the floor. I just ignored him as I gazed out the window I was sitting by. Evelyn laughed at Geoff's antics while Sirius and Potter just rolled their eyes for they were already exasperated with Geoff. They never really been fond of him and he has pretty much hated them since, well, forever. I don't know why and I don't need to know for it's just simply because their men.
"Lily, don't you have the disease where you die if the sun touches you? So, I'll take the window seat!" Geoff suggested, completely off the floor, as if he wasn't moaning and complaining a second ago. I continued to ignore him as I just stared out the window, praying for a savior. Geoff finally gave up and sat next to Potter, but he still complained.
"But I'm Evelyn's body guard! She needs me!" he would say randomly, even if it were silent. Evelyn would just laugh, encouraging him, while Sirius would try to ignore him but sometimes would counter back.
"Just what would she need protection for?" Sirius would snap to which Geoff would just stare at him. It was one of those stares that just, in the end, would make you crack up since you would be so nervous.
Potter tried to talk to me about Head Boy and Head Girl duties but I ignored him as well for it was obvious he just wanted to talk to me. It made me so angry with myself as to think I attracted this git. I didn't do anything out of usual. I didn't even know that he knew that I existed. All I did was to try to get by Third Year quickly and calmly but no, one day, this stupid, arrogant, boy sits next to me at Breakfast and asks me to Hogsmeade. The first few times I rejected him, I was polite, but by the next month, I couldn't take it anymore. I simply could not understand why he wanted to date me so much. Sometimes, I felt like sending Sirius a huge a fruits basket whenever he got Potter a date and forced him to go out with that girl for at least two weeks. Those would be two peaceful weeks. However, Sirius was so wrapped up in his own love life, he never did that last year. Maybe I should try to get Evelyn to convince Sirius to start doing that.
It was about twenty minutes later when Cliff came in. He was breathless but excited to see everyone, well Geoff mainly, which was bloody strange, to be honest. I mean, sure he hugged Evelyn and I (while Potter sent Cliff very cold greetings, much to my dismay) but he was sitting next to Geoff and the two of them went at it. Not anything perverse, mind you. No, I mean that they just kept talking and talking, giving me some peace since Geoff was distracted and it wasn't causing Potter to act like a git. I felt myself smile at the peacefulness.
"Knut for your thoughts, Evans." Potter held out a knut towards me to which I pushed back his hand.
"I don't want your dirty money." I spat at him as I looked back at the window. He laughed, which really irritated me since he always does that whenever I insult him. Except, last year, he ruined half of my essays in Potions since apparently I insulted him too much or he just cracked. But that was when I saw a different side of him and it was kind of scary but somewhat interesting. I thought I had him figured out but he seemed really different then. I figured it was just hormones or something but then again, only a girl could use that excuse.
The rest of the train ride went on rather peacefully as Potter sulked, Geoff and Cliff conversed in some wild conversation, and Sirius fell asleep on Evelyn's shoulder. It was a little long but I had conversations with Evelyn here and there and the window view wasn't too bad. However, the moment I was dreading came when all of us unloaded off the Hogwarts Express.
I had acted as though I forgot something and I headed back towards the train, while I was just avoiding sitting in the same carriage with Potter as long as I could. Potter, however, wasn't stupid at all and quickly followed me, stating he forgot something too: the Head Girl.
Finally, I gave in when he tried to drag me but I slapped off his arm and told him I could go myself. He tried opening the door for me to the carriage but I promptly told him that this was the twentieth century and I could open a bloody door for myself but I think I just confused him since the Wizarding World had its Women's' Rights movement centuries ago. However, I ignored his confusion and got in after him.
It wasn't until I frowned slightly at the sight of Sirius about to snog Evelyn that Potter chose to make a comment.
"Why the frown?" he asked curiously as he shut the door of the carriage, blocking my motherly gaze at Evelyn. I guess I could be a little motherly towards her but it's just that Sirius had such a reputation and well, she used to fancy Remus and well…he didn't have such a reputation. I guess you could say I'm protective over my friends especially if it deals with a certain prat that has the nerve to call you an old prude. I'm not even bloody old yet!
"I'm not frowning, so shut up, Potter." I snapped to which Potter remained silent for a moment.
"Don't you think it's a bit wrong to obsess so much over your friend's love life so much? Hall…I mean Evelyn is a big girl, she can handle herself," he said this coolly as he gave me an indifferent look.
"Well, since your bloody best friend tends to be a manwhore, I can't help but worry. I mean who do you think has to comfort the girl while the man runs off like a coward? Me, the best friend. They're so opposite, so it's like a ticking time bomb. It's already been a year, I know, but I can't help but think that everything will go down hill soon enough. I give it a month." I don't know why I found myself spilling out my concerns to Potter but I needed someone who would actually listen at the moment. Potter listens to everything I say so he can twist it around to his pleasure.
"Want to make a bet on that?" his eyebrows rose so high that they disappeared in those blasted messy bangs of his. I gave him a slightly shocked look to which he smirked.
"Pardon?" I asked, a bit insulted while Potter leaned forward from his seat so he could speak lower.
"Do you want to make a bet on how long they'll last? You say a month, so for every month that goes by, you go on a date with me. If they break up, I leave you alone for once and for all." I found myself intrigued by this and thought for a moment. I couldn't stand to go on a date with Potter but I couldn't have him stalk me for the rest of my life. It wasn't like Sirius and Evelyn were engaged anyways. I'm sure she would understand since it's Potter, we're talking about. It's rare that he's even making an offer like this. I didn't know exactly what was going on until my hand met his for a handshake.
"I will accept your proposition and win, Potter." I spat back, shaking his outstretched hand, not knowing what exactly I was getting myself into.
He merely gave me a mysterious smile and leaned back into his seat, with that arrogant glint in his eyes.
Wow, I'm finished! I do hope I got Lily's character down. Thank you for reading and please drop a review, though try to refrain from flaming please, since it offers no constructive criticism. James's POV comes next chapter! Well, until we meet again, farewell- Bobby :D
Another note- Sorry to those got an alert for the two times before I deleted this story. I kept spotting mistakes and such and I'm just a mess when I post a new story D: