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2. Hey Snivellous!

One thing Lily was immensely grateful for, was that being head-girl didn't warrant moving dorm house. The idea of moving in with James Potter was troubling at the least, and to have been told they'd have new sleeping quarters would've made Lily relinquish the badge she held with such honour. She saw enough of the imbecile as it was, his arrival from yet another late night training session of quidditch rendering the entire Gryffindor common room silent each and every time.

Truly, what was so special about James Potter?

"A lot," answered Severus, much to her surprise when she asked him that very question. "Or that's what he likes to think. Frankly, I think he is very vile and horrendously rude. And if I didn't know any better, a pureblood supremacist."

"You mean he hates muggles?" Lily said paling drastically. "But he's in Gryffindor! The house with the noblest of intentions! How did he manage to fool the sorting hat?!"

Snape, who had the highest disregard for James, was quick to supply his theory. "It's obvious, isn't it? He must have wished hard enough to end up in the house that's muggle central! And then he can kill one by one and nobody would suspect him, see. He's one of them."

Lily thought about this for a while, before bursting out into raucous laughter. Her velvet hair swung around her shoulders before Severus closed his eyes in adoration and inhaled the scent. Dear sweet Lily....He was so overcome by her fragrance that the idea of summoning up enough energy to be angry at her seemed very unappealing....

"One of them!" she howled. "Well if your theory is correct, Severus he's waited an awfully long time to put it into action! Why the other day I saw him snogging the life out of Marie Williams behind the herbology shed and she's definitely muggle...."

Severus flushed, caught out in his lie. Feeling rather dejected that Lily was defending the insufferable Gryffindor, he spun another lie in hope of redemption. "Why do you think he chose her, Lily? Because she's muggle! And from what I hear he seems to think all mudbloods are whores and are only good for shoving spunk down their throat."

Lily's eyes widened in shock, her mouth slightly open. And then they narrowed and Snape found himself very intimidated. "Why that little...."

"Don't do anything rash, Lily," Snape rushed to assure when it looked like his best friend would go storming back into the castle. As much as it pleased him that Lily had placed a bounty on James's head; the idea of her facing four tall boys by herself was not good. So he blurted out the first thing that came into his head- "He'll set you as his new conquest! And he won't give up Lily, till he has you in his bed. Do you really want that? To make his lion roar in triumph as he ruts the lioness?"

The double meaning wasn't lost on Lily, and she whipped back to eye Severus incredulously.

"Did you just refer to me as a lioness?" she asked in a deadly tone.

Rightly so, Severus chose to shut his mouth and take his leave to Potions.


Horace Slughorn was full of life was ever as he scrawled the learning objectives on the board. Severus had been immensely grateful that Lily had chosen to sit by him, when she had strolled in five minutes later. But yet she did not speak a single word throughout the course of the lesson, squishing her beedroot with more force than necessary.

At this point, Severus would've chided himself she was imagining James's face under the blade but as of late, it could've swung either way.

Him or James's. James's or him.

At least the venomous looks she shot at him was just as frequent as those she shot James's. The thought didn't console him in the slightest and by the time the hour was up, and the potion had to be vialed and corked, Snape couldn't stand it any longer.

"Lily!" he called, as she strode down the corridor. "I'm sorry!"

She halted in the middle with tensed shoulders, but when she turned she had the most loveliest smile on the face. It almost took Severus's breath away. Lily waited until he had caught up with her before speaking again. "I was waiting until you apologised," she admitted as they walked up the staircase. "And I was kinda flattered you called me a lioness. Fierce, loyal, strong. What isn't there to like? It was just the whole lion rutting her, I wasn't keen on. Especially when you insinuated it was James."

She shuddered visibly after her confession and Snape felt slightly guilty. He bumped his shoulder lightly with hers and attempted a wry joke.

"That was a terrible metaphor, Lily. I'm sorry. I should've said you were the lioness and he was merely the scared stag caught in your claws. Is that better?"

Lily's smile was genuine as she answered. "Much," before clapping a hand to her forehead and gasping, "Severus, I've forgotten my bottle of ink! That cost me six galleons, you know! Would you wait here whilst I go and retrieve it? You'll be such a sweetheart!"

His hearted thumped painfully at the words Lily had so casually thrown. But this was his friend, and he would do anything to make her happy. Even watch as she glowed in happiness whenever Keiran McHaughty spoke to her from Ravenclaw. So he nodded his head and lent against the wall, guiltily admiring the way her robes hugged her legs as she set off down the corridor.

You truly are a lioness, Lily.


"James, did you steal the snitch again?"

The disapproving voice of his dear friend, Lupin had James laughing wildly. He turned at the top of the stairs and gave a nonchalant shrug at the boy standing two steps down. "You know me, Remus. This snitch was designed to fit my hand. What mere mortal can resist such a calling?"

Peter, just standing shy of Remus's shoulder chose to pipe up. "But you're not a mortal, James! You are the direct descendant of the Peverall brothers, the oldest bloodline in the wizarding world!"

James rolled his eyes at the mention of his lineage. Though he couldn't help but puff out his chest and preen as Pettigrew gazed up at him in awe. Just as he was about to bow his head to acknowledge this, someone shoved into him from behind causing him to nearly fall down the steps. The shade of scarlet hair whipping around the corner had been bellowing into the silence.

"Evans! You owe me an apology!"

The push had caused James to inadvertently open his fist to brace himself against the wall. Peter, having noticed the escaped snitch twittering around in the air in hope of being noticed, let out a sharp cry and pointed at it. "James, the snitch!"

He started chasing after it, down the long corridor, cursing every-time it seemed like he was going to catch it, it danced out of reach. Pettigrew wasn't helping any matters, constantly shouting at him to dive left. Finally deciding the only way he could catch the snitch, was by tricking it, he bent down with his hands on his knees and panted heavily. The snitch sensing defeat, danced tantilising closer- and closer still- until with a reflex only a quidditch player could match- James shot up and grabbed it.

Peter cheered loudly, blubbering in admiration. Lupin decided to remain decidedly quiet, staring up ahead.

The grin on James's face fell as he observed Remus's reaction. He turned his head to look down the corridor and spotted a familiar greased head bowed in thought. Before he could stop himself, he called out, "Hey Snivellous!"

Snivellous looked up.

"Need any help washing those pants off yours?"

Snape had his wand out of his robes faster than humanly possible. "Epi-"

"Narcardium!"

The spell hit him and bubbles began frothing out of his mouth. Snape started choking, and let go of his wand in order to claw at his throat. James's watched pitilessly as Severus tripped over his bag and smashed his head against the wall, resulting him to end up a lifeless huddle on the floor. He lifted his wand and the frothing eased, having felt his point had been proved enough. Instead the outraged squeak from the far end of the passageway attracted his attention.

"What did you DO?!" yelled Lily as she ran down the corridor, ink bottle in hand.

James's smirked. "Nothing to concern your pretty little head about," he said condescendingly.

If Lily had been more rational, she would've realised she'd just been paid a back-handed compliment, no matter how unconventional it was. Instead she pulled out a wand, and jabbed it into his throat. Feeling a cruel sense of satisfaction as he swallowed heavily. "Now, now Lily....don't be poking things where it's not needed...."

"As opposed to you poking things where it's not needed?" she said through gritted teeth. Suddenly Severus's words from earlier that day was forefront in her mind, and Lily scowled at the thought of James wanting to bed her and mount her. She would castrate him first, before he even got close to poking rigid pieces of flesh into any crevice of her body....

"What?" James asked, looking confused. But his brown eyes mocked her solemnly and that was all it took for Lily to hex him.

(Don't mess with me, Potter.)


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