Chapter One: The Boy with the Sweet Eyes
He has sweet eyes. That was the first thing I realized as James Potter stood, about five inches taller then me, waiting expectedly for my answer.
"Well?" He asked.
"Umm." I said, still in a trance from those eyes of his. I couldn't believe he was talking to me- ME of all people! I smiled eerily at the thought and let my mouth open to form a round O.
"Do you know where my charms book is or not?" he asked, more impatiently this time "I sorta got a date waiting for me if you didn't realize." flicked his hand over his shoulder to a brunette with her hands on her hips, pouting.
Ok, so maybe it wasn't the thing I had dreamed of him saying, but hey, the first step in any relationship is communication, right?
"Nope, sorry." I finally managed to spit out.
James made a sort of groaning noise and rolled his eyes "Yeah, Sirius isn't the best source on things. He thought he may have seen you with it,"
"Well, guess he didn't," I laughed, but instead of it coming out freely and high-spirited, it came out high pitched and forced.
James noticed and stared at me strangely "Well, then, I'll see you around."
"Yeah, see you around.." I trailed off, staring at no one. James had better things to do then wait for a reply from little ol' me, it seemed.
I sighed, shaking my head. It was so hard to not to help liking him. But he was a marauder! It didn't necessarily mean he was popular, but it did mean he was more popular then me. All the marauders were loved and protected by all of Hogwarts. They weren't intimidating- at least to most people- so they weren't known for their large fan clubs or anything.
They were just really friendly, and there for had a lot of friends- something I was not as lucky to be granted. It wasn't that I was weird or extremely quiet; Well, I used to be and that was the problem. It seemed that once your reputation was formed in Hogwarts that's they way you were viewed by for the remainder of your stay. Five years had passed since I had formed my reputation here, and as the years passed so had the timid, immature girl. I was a different person now- and not too many people knew that.
There was no point of even dreaming that I had a chance with one of them, especially the ring leader of them all. Better off to stick with guys at my own level. I glumly sat down on a couch in the Common Room waiting for GG, my friend. My only friend. I have one friend; How pathetic is that? Sure, I have many acquaintances but only one friend. And that friend had more then one friend, so at times it was me by my lonesomeness.
"Hey Liletto," I heard her say as she came into the Common Room.
"Your late," I said pointedly "Two minutes of my life wasted by you."
"I am crap, I know. So how'd you been doing while I was gone?"
"I made a fool of myself in front of a CERTAIN person," I said glumly, moving over as she sat down next to me.
"You finally got the courage to talk to James?" GG exclaimed, grabbing my arm.
"Nope, I finally got to talk to that CERTAIN person. I thought we agreed not to mention his name," I said the last part in a low hiss.
"Sorry, I really AM crap today it seems. So, what happened?" GG asked again curiously.
"He asked me if I had his charms book. I stared at him for like an hour before I could answer. A simple yes or no question and I screw it up," I moaned, pulling my head into my hands.
"I'm sure it wasn't as bad as you thought it was," GG patted my hand gently "You tend to be a tad overdramatic at times. Look, why don't you forget about Ja-I mean a CERTAIN person? You don't even know him well anyways. Milento really likes you. He's a sweet guy; You really should give him a chance,"
"It would never be right. I can't go out with anyone except for a CERTAIN person," I told her.
And it was true. It was just be wrong to string yet another person into my misery. I may not have know James that well but I did know he was sweet and cute and funny and nice......well except for before. He had been a bit rude but we all have our bad days, right?
"Well, speaking of CERTAIN people, I got a bit friendlier with Rebecca and she's good friends with Michael Figg. She said she would put in a good word for me! Isn't that the loveliest bit of news you've ever heard?" She asked, waiting expectedly for my answer.
"Wonder-ific. What I would give to be you," I said without an ounce of emotion.
"Cheer up, Lily. I think you should get a good night's sleep. Maybe that'll put things into perspective,"
"D'ya know? I think you may be right," I reluctantly got up and gathered my things, and went into the dorms.
But sleep did not come easy to me that night. All I could do was think of that CERTAIN person. I fantasized him asking me out and us getting married and living in a wonderful little house close to Hogsmeade, and having smart perfect little babies. Wow, why am I so lame? All of you are sitting here thinking, what is wrong with this girl? Truthfully, I don't know. Don't ask me, ask the guy he created me: I was just born this way. Sleep came slow to me and when it did come it was a light, troubled one.
I did not fare well the next day. At breakfast, Dumbledore came over with a troubled face and requested my presence after classes. Of course I agreed; you don't say no to the headmaster. But now all I could think of what he was going to ask me. Classes dragged on and finally it was over. GG was busy talking urgently to Rebecca about what Michael had said, so I slipped away unoticedly.
However I realized, I didn't even know where Dumbledore's office was. I spent the afternoon asking every single person I saw and all their answers were the same. I returned to the Common Room, feeling like a huge failure. Now Dumbledore would think I hadn't came on purpose. My heart skipped a beat when I saw James there, surrounded by his lanky friend and I came up with a brilliant idea: James seemed to have been in Dumbledore's office with the record he had, so he probably knew where it was.
I bravely walked up to him and said "Hey, James, I was wondering if you where Proffesor Dumbledore's office is?"
James swiveled around, smiling when he saw me "Well, I wouldn't expect Mrs.Goodie-Two-Shoes to know where his office was in the first place-" I winced when he said that; Was that what he really thought of me?-"But why do you need to know?"
"He asked me to come after classes, but he didn't tell me where it was," I said apologetically to show how sorry I was for wasting his time.
"I'll show you," he said pleasantly.
My mouth dropped open. James would show ME? I could barely breathe. Didn't I tell you he was sweet??
We walked in silence with James cracking the occasional joke.
"You see that picture?" James pointed a picture of fruit "All you have to do is tickle the pear to get into the kitchen. We get a ton of food that way,"
"Really?" I said dumbly, not having much to add. James really knew a lot about the castle and I didn't have much to share with him.
"And that staircase there-Its a trick one. Every Wednesday from 12:14 to 12:18 if you take it, it leads you to a secret room. Me and the guys usually go up there to plan schemes and the such," James revealed.
"Wow," I said simply. James was brilliant- He really was. Every encounter I had with him proved it.
Finally we came to a gargoyle and James turned towards it and said "Bertie Bott's."
The gargoyle moved and in place of it was a doorway "That is majorly wicked," I commented.
"That is nothing compared to the other things I can do," James smirked as he said that.
I just smiled uncertainly, and stepped into the doorway, climbing the long stairwell until I reached the top, wondering what would await me.
A/n: How do you like it so far? I don't think it will be that long- around five chapters. I would love you to death and beyond if you reviewed. Oh and for those who read my other fic, The Rivalry, the next chapter will probably be up in a week or so! By the way, this is the shortest chapter I have written- sorry for the shortness but I wanted to get it up and thought this was a pretty good part to end it. Think of it as a sort of prologue if you'd like ( R/R!!
He has sweet eyes. That was the first thing I realized as James Potter stood, about five inches taller then me, waiting expectedly for my answer.
"Well?" He asked.
"Umm." I said, still in a trance from those eyes of his. I couldn't believe he was talking to me- ME of all people! I smiled eerily at the thought and let my mouth open to form a round O.
"Do you know where my charms book is or not?" he asked, more impatiently this time "I sorta got a date waiting for me if you didn't realize." flicked his hand over his shoulder to a brunette with her hands on her hips, pouting.
Ok, so maybe it wasn't the thing I had dreamed of him saying, but hey, the first step in any relationship is communication, right?
"Nope, sorry." I finally managed to spit out.
James made a sort of groaning noise and rolled his eyes "Yeah, Sirius isn't the best source on things. He thought he may have seen you with it,"
"Well, guess he didn't," I laughed, but instead of it coming out freely and high-spirited, it came out high pitched and forced.
James noticed and stared at me strangely "Well, then, I'll see you around."
"Yeah, see you around.." I trailed off, staring at no one. James had better things to do then wait for a reply from little ol' me, it seemed.
I sighed, shaking my head. It was so hard to not to help liking him. But he was a marauder! It didn't necessarily mean he was popular, but it did mean he was more popular then me. All the marauders were loved and protected by all of Hogwarts. They weren't intimidating- at least to most people- so they weren't known for their large fan clubs or anything.
They were just really friendly, and there for had a lot of friends- something I was not as lucky to be granted. It wasn't that I was weird or extremely quiet; Well, I used to be and that was the problem. It seemed that once your reputation was formed in Hogwarts that's they way you were viewed by for the remainder of your stay. Five years had passed since I had formed my reputation here, and as the years passed so had the timid, immature girl. I was a different person now- and not too many people knew that.
There was no point of even dreaming that I had a chance with one of them, especially the ring leader of them all. Better off to stick with guys at my own level. I glumly sat down on a couch in the Common Room waiting for GG, my friend. My only friend. I have one friend; How pathetic is that? Sure, I have many acquaintances but only one friend. And that friend had more then one friend, so at times it was me by my lonesomeness.
"Hey Liletto," I heard her say as she came into the Common Room.
"Your late," I said pointedly "Two minutes of my life wasted by you."
"I am crap, I know. So how'd you been doing while I was gone?"
"I made a fool of myself in front of a CERTAIN person," I said glumly, moving over as she sat down next to me.
"You finally got the courage to talk to James?" GG exclaimed, grabbing my arm.
"Nope, I finally got to talk to that CERTAIN person. I thought we agreed not to mention his name," I said the last part in a low hiss.
"Sorry, I really AM crap today it seems. So, what happened?" GG asked again curiously.
"He asked me if I had his charms book. I stared at him for like an hour before I could answer. A simple yes or no question and I screw it up," I moaned, pulling my head into my hands.
"I'm sure it wasn't as bad as you thought it was," GG patted my hand gently "You tend to be a tad overdramatic at times. Look, why don't you forget about Ja-I mean a CERTAIN person? You don't even know him well anyways. Milento really likes you. He's a sweet guy; You really should give him a chance,"
"It would never be right. I can't go out with anyone except for a CERTAIN person," I told her.
And it was true. It was just be wrong to string yet another person into my misery. I may not have know James that well but I did know he was sweet and cute and funny and nice......well except for before. He had been a bit rude but we all have our bad days, right?
"Well, speaking of CERTAIN people, I got a bit friendlier with Rebecca and she's good friends with Michael Figg. She said she would put in a good word for me! Isn't that the loveliest bit of news you've ever heard?" She asked, waiting expectedly for my answer.
"Wonder-ific. What I would give to be you," I said without an ounce of emotion.
"Cheer up, Lily. I think you should get a good night's sleep. Maybe that'll put things into perspective,"
"D'ya know? I think you may be right," I reluctantly got up and gathered my things, and went into the dorms.
But sleep did not come easy to me that night. All I could do was think of that CERTAIN person. I fantasized him asking me out and us getting married and living in a wonderful little house close to Hogsmeade, and having smart perfect little babies. Wow, why am I so lame? All of you are sitting here thinking, what is wrong with this girl? Truthfully, I don't know. Don't ask me, ask the guy he created me: I was just born this way. Sleep came slow to me and when it did come it was a light, troubled one.
I did not fare well the next day. At breakfast, Dumbledore came over with a troubled face and requested my presence after classes. Of course I agreed; you don't say no to the headmaster. But now all I could think of what he was going to ask me. Classes dragged on and finally it was over. GG was busy talking urgently to Rebecca about what Michael had said, so I slipped away unoticedly.
However I realized, I didn't even know where Dumbledore's office was. I spent the afternoon asking every single person I saw and all their answers were the same. I returned to the Common Room, feeling like a huge failure. Now Dumbledore would think I hadn't came on purpose. My heart skipped a beat when I saw James there, surrounded by his lanky friend and I came up with a brilliant idea: James seemed to have been in Dumbledore's office with the record he had, so he probably knew where it was.
I bravely walked up to him and said "Hey, James, I was wondering if you where Proffesor Dumbledore's office is?"
James swiveled around, smiling when he saw me "Well, I wouldn't expect Mrs.Goodie-Two-Shoes to know where his office was in the first place-" I winced when he said that; Was that what he really thought of me?-"But why do you need to know?"
"He asked me to come after classes, but he didn't tell me where it was," I said apologetically to show how sorry I was for wasting his time.
"I'll show you," he said pleasantly.
My mouth dropped open. James would show ME? I could barely breathe. Didn't I tell you he was sweet??
We walked in silence with James cracking the occasional joke.
"You see that picture?" James pointed a picture of fruit "All you have to do is tickle the pear to get into the kitchen. We get a ton of food that way,"
"Really?" I said dumbly, not having much to add. James really knew a lot about the castle and I didn't have much to share with him.
"And that staircase there-Its a trick one. Every Wednesday from 12:14 to 12:18 if you take it, it leads you to a secret room. Me and the guys usually go up there to plan schemes and the such," James revealed.
"Wow," I said simply. James was brilliant- He really was. Every encounter I had with him proved it.
Finally we came to a gargoyle and James turned towards it and said "Bertie Bott's."
The gargoyle moved and in place of it was a doorway "That is majorly wicked," I commented.
"That is nothing compared to the other things I can do," James smirked as he said that.
I just smiled uncertainly, and stepped into the doorway, climbing the long stairwell until I reached the top, wondering what would await me.
A/n: How do you like it so far? I don't think it will be that long- around five chapters. I would love you to death and beyond if you reviewed. Oh and for those who read my other fic, The Rivalry, the next chapter will probably be up in a week or so! By the way, this is the shortest chapter I have written- sorry for the shortness but I wanted to get it up and thought this was a pretty good part to end it. Think of it as a sort of prologue if you'd like ( R/R!!