Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potterised, and some of this story is inspired greatly by a Korean drama called 'Full House'. :) So anything you recognise of their's... is not mine:D
Take Note Again: That I am almighty! LOL. Actually, I've come to explain why my four stories mentioned in the first chapter were removed. Umm... where to begin. It was a DARK night and my goat laid an egg.
Perhaps not.
Hehehe, well, they had blooper sections which for some good-ridden reason is ILLEGAL in the world of fanfiction. So they deleted my stories without so much as a warning. Cue SOB. Oh, well. I've had time to recover. And we will bite them back with this fic! Which shall be as blooperless as possible! Hurray! And a very merry day to you all.
Full House
Chapter Three ll Just A Disagreement
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Lily woke up on Saturday morning, feeling mentally exhausted, annoyed and hungry. She rolled off her bed and landed on the carpet with a thud. She groaned.
All she had been able to think of during the week was what to cook, when to do her homework, how to load the washing machine, when to set aside time to clean up the living room, how to sneak into James' room and smack him around the head...
He was really annoying her to no end.
Before, she was able to get on with her life because she wasn't around him that much and didn't pay close attention to him and his ways.
Now he was driving her insane. She simply couldn't stand him and his selfishness. And his arrogance.
She was starting to believe there was no good in that boy, and it kept her up at nights as she pondered on what stupid thing he had done that day, or what good thing he hadn't done, and she was going to explode, because she didn't want to think about him. She wasn't thinking about him, she was thinking about how to teach that pig a lesson, how to make him deflate his head just a little...
Lily groaned again. She hated thinking about anything remotely to do with him.
She couldn't understand why she was becoming so obsessed with this whole situation, anyway. If only this whacked up idea of Dumbledore's had never occurred... she'd have never properly acknowledged James' existence, much less start analysing every single detail of his flawed personality.
How did life become so complicated in the matter of days?
Lily spent twenty minutes getting ready for the day. She was glad it was the weekend; she had had enough with teachers constantly reminding her of the N.E.W.Ts, as well as the added pressure of alarming amounts of homework and household duties.
The redhead yawned widely as she pulled her hair into a ponytail then walked out of her room, locking it after her. The living room was empty and cluttered with scattered cushions, screwed up bits of parchment and lolly wrappers. Lily grimaced. Potter didn't know the first thing about cleaning up after himself.
With a sigh, she shuffled into the kitchen and started to whip up pancakes by memory of when her mother taught her and her sister. Of course, she had only been about six-years-old then so the pancakes didn't turn out that great.
"Wonderful," she muttered, slapping the mess onto a plate and drowning it with maple syrup.
Feeling unusually slobbish, Lily spread herself out on the sofa in the living room and got herself comfortable. She sat there for half an hour, taking her time as she ate her maplish breakfast and flipped through a magazine. When she had finished, she tossed (not literally) her plate in the sink and decided to meet up with Rinoa and Crysta, who undoubtedly would still be in the Great Hall.
Lily was about to exit by way of the portrait when it flew open, almost smacking her in the face.
"Ugh!"
James had whipped in, obviously in a hurry, and abruptly tried to stop himself with a yelp. There was a thump as he grabbed onto the portrait to stop himself from completely knocking the petite redhead over. Lily had squeezed her eyes shut and drawn her hands back, in anticipation of a crash.
She feebly opened one eye when the commotion had subsided, "Err - is everything okay now?"
"No!" James snapped, releasing the portrait as he steadied himself. He pointed at his book on the floor, "You made me drop that."
Lily stared at him in bewilderment, "Yeah, so?"
"What d'you mean, so? Pick it up!"
"I certainly will not!" she cried, outraged. She was not going to let him step all over her.
"If you hadn't been in my way, I wouldn't have dropped it," James said angrily.
"I don't care. You're bloody mean!" Lily yelled, not caring if she sounded like a kid, "I'm not picking it up."
James gaped at her for a second, then shouted, "Pick it up NOW!" He, too, did not care if he sounded like a child.
"No."
The two stood there for awhile, glaring daggers at each other, while the book lay there, unaware of how much trouble it was causing.
"Evans," James' voice had dropped to a dangerously soft tone, "Pick it up."
Lily cocked her head to one side, an eyebrow raised because she knew it would incense him, "No."
"Evans!" James yelled exasperatedly.
"Potter!" Lily shot back, refusing to break eye-contact. To her satisfaction, he was the first one to look away.
"If you don't pick it up right now, I'll - "
"Let me guess," Lily said sarcastically - all the frustration built up in her the past week made her feel bold and reckless, and she found that she enjoyed tormenting James -, "You'll hex me? Try me, Potter." She didn't have her wand on her, but that was beside the point.
She smirked as he looked at her, almost in awe.
He seemed to pull himself together as he burst out, flustered, "Why won't you just pick the bloody thing up already?"
"Why won't you?" Lily retorted, folding her arms.
"Because you knocked it out of my hands."
"Excuse me, you dropped it!"
"Only because you were in my way!"
"Potter," Lily said calmly through clenched teeth, "Have you ever thought of asking me?"
"Why should I?" James said at once, almost as if he had been expecting her to ask this question all along, "It was your fault. I'm not going to waste time politely inquiring you to retrieve it."
"No, instead you're going to waste time arguing with me."
"People usually just do what I say without any further queries," James mumbled through clenched teeth. Really, who did this girl think she was? He had never in a million years expected Lily Evans to go loggerheads with him.
Actually, he had never expected anyone to go loggerheads with him, except maybe his parents.
"Oh, yes, because you're too lazy to do so yourself," Lily said skeptically, "Do you even thank them?"
"Why should you care?" James snapped, irritated, "Pick the damn book up, Evans, or I will hex you."
There was no way he was going to leave until that stupid girl picked up his book. And there was also no way he was going to bend down himself and retrieve it. There was just no way. He wasn't going to back out of this as the loser.
Lily rolled her eyes and said heavily, "No."
"Who are you, anyway?" James almost yelled, "Why can't you just go back to being quiet and unnoticed? Things were better that way."
Lily stared at him and a spark was ignited in her green eyes.
"That's it, get out," she hissed, and shoved him out of the portrait doorway.
"Wha - ?"
"Get out!" she pushed him harder this time and James actually stumbled backwards a bit, despite him being much taller and stronger.
"Oi, what d'you think - " he started to yell as she slammed the portrait in his face.
"Bad luck, dear," the picture of a tall and elegant lady said serenely.
James was bewildered, and he honestly pondered on the thought that somebody had brewed up a Polyjuice potion and had taken on the form of the usually quiet and smart Lily Evans. Instead, there was a feisty and moody girl who wasn't afraid to disobey him on the other side of the door, something that troubled him greatly.
"HEY!" he yelled, after regaining some of his composure, "It's my house, too!"
There was no reply.
"Well at least give me back my book!" he yelled again, a bit desperately.
The portrait flung open and he jumped back as it narrowly missed his nose. (Maybe that's why she was so angry at me... having something almost slap you mustn't be pleasant.)
Unfortunately, this deemed unnecessary as the book came hurtling out of nowhere and hit him right on the nose. Swearing under his breath, James straightened himself up and tried to glare at that evil, evil girl. Also unfortunately for him, the portrait was slammed in his face again and hit his nose. Again.
"Great Merlin," he muttered, rubbing his nose. He was more shocked than vexed, something which surprised and annoyed him. (That really was ironic.)
James took a deep breath and pulled out his wand for protection, just in case. He felt as though he had received a severe jolt and couldn't pull himself together. In all his years at Hogwarts, he had never received this type of treatment from anyone, especially not a girl who was ten times smaller than him.
...Alright, so maybe not ten times.
"OI!" James shouted, and the lady flinched, "What's - er - ...what's your bloody problem?"
Oh, drat. He was losing his dignity over this stupid little mishap. He really should just walk away.
But James was incapable of doing that at the moment. He was mystified.
And slightly angry.
There was no reply again.
"Oi!" he tried again, "I'm talking to you, the least you could do is answer!"
There was silence for awhile except for the lady's sniffs of disgust, then James heard Lily retort in a shrilly voice, "You aren't talking to me, you're yelling at me!"
James was relieved she had finally acknowledged his existence, though this was marred by the fact that she still wasn't begging for forgiveness.
"This is how I talk to everyone!"
"Well I don't permit people to yell at me! Take your sodding book and go away!"
"Not until you apologise!"
Aha, now he was starting to sound more like himself. This was brilliant, really.
...Not.
"I am never going to apologise to a conceited prick like you!"
James struggled with himself, then bellowed, "FINE! FINE, EVANS. WE'LL DO IT YOUR WAY THIS TIME. BUT THIS ISN'T OVER!"
"Fine," came Lily's haughty response, "Fine."
Suddenly fuming with indescribable anger, James turned around and stalked off. Then he whipped back around and hissed, "Accio." He grabbed the book as it sailed towards him and then stormed off to find his friends.
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A/N: Eeek! Sorry it took me so long to update! Truth be told, I've had this chapter written even before I posted the second one, it's just I haven't been motivated to post it yet. :) Hehe. Well, as a late birthday pressie, could you please drop a review? Pretty please:) Anywho. I'm stuck on the next chapter. It's horrid. It's not going anywhere. And this story seemed so AWESPIRING when the idea occured to me... but now it's all flat. SIGH. But please don't worry your dear heads! Hehe. :) I've got the plot worked out for the next few chapters, I'll just have to make time to create them into pieces of art! Yes. Ahem. Now I shall worship you for reviewing. BOW DOWN TO MUSHKA, SAYS I, BOW, BOW BOW! Erm - that is to say, ARIGATO (thanks Chrissy the Amazing for tuning me up in my awful Japanese :D) for the revvies.
Now didn't you love HBP? I did. IT WAS SO GOOD! OMJ! I'm sorry I'm a bit late at this but - OMJ! IT WAS EXCELLENTO!
Oh, how could I? Hehe. Biscuits for all! (I think I like the word cookie better.)
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