Disclaimer: Not mine, it belongs to some little known person called J.K. Rowling.
Lily
You want to know a shameful secret? I enjoy being a part of the Slug Club. There's something exciting about being around people who simply want to be seen with you because you are you. Petunia would spit chips if she knew people praised me for being a freak. No matter what my sister says, I love her dearly. I know she loves me too. When I get married, I still want her to be a bridesmaid. Matron of honour even. Though I may just choose a horrible colour simply to spite her. And puffy sleeves. Although come to think of it, I think she likes puffy sleeves. Scratch that last idea.
Someone else who loves their family even though he claims he doesn't is Mr. Sirius Black. He can't fool me by ranting about how he's never going back to his house, that he hates his parents and can't think of anyone worse for a brother. He's bluffing. It hurts him that his family pretty much rejected him, I know it does. He is a façade of humour and arrogance, but a wonderful one at that. He's very lucky he has such good friends. Notice I said good 'friends' not good 'people'. Maybe I'm being a bit harsh, but if you knew what I knew!
Speaking of Sirius' friends, Remus looks like a startled owl right now. I can only wager that he is on his own thought path as Professor Binns certainly isn't providing enough intellectual stimulation. Maybe he's simply trying to avoid laughing at Sirius pulling funny faces because, god forbid, he will start laughing and his attempts to shun Sirius because he was woken up early will be in vain. Sirius winks at me. James looks toward me, then Sirius, then his eyes settle on me again. He gives me an ever so slight smile. I really hope he doesn't think there's anything more to me and Sirius. There's not. Won't say I haven't thought about it though. Unfortunately, Sirius is far too loyal to James. He's like a freaking dog. I bet you he's never even looked down my top. Not that I want boys blatantly perving at my assets. Anyway…
I wish I could call him James in public. He was the one who started the whole last name thing. I just reciprocated. I used to dislike him, many years ago (I say dislike; hate is far too strong a word). He was an arrogant wanker. Still is really. But now I know there are worse things than being an arrogant wanker. Like a friend who decides you are not as important as making sure people think you are a heartless bastard and only care about 'purifying' the world. When Se-Snape called me a mudblood, that was worse than anything I had ever felt. He didn't listen to me about his stupid friends. He had to play into James' stupid game and get jealous. There was no need to be jealous. I could have loved him. Would have loved him. But I failed. I couldn't save him. He's not the Severus I used to know. DAMMIT, I thought of him as Severus again. Oh this is too emotional, I haven't thought about this in over a year. I shall distract myself.
James is bending down to pick up his quill. This is ridiculous, who the hell gets flustered by seeing the tiniest bit of a guy's back when his shirt pulls out of his waistband while trying to get a quill which dropped on the floor because his friend thought it was a sugar quill, put it in his mouth then realised it wasn't a sugar quill but a normal feather one and decided peacock feathers tasted like crap. Me apparently. I don't know when the daydreams started. All I know is that now they are here, they won't go away. After watching a quidditch game I can't help but think if I just happened to go into the Gryffindor change rooms and only James was there, half undressed mind you, that something would happen. What the hell could my excuse be? 'Oh sorry James, I was looking for Sirius'. Don't think that would go down too well with him, what a mood killer. The daydreams come rather unexpectedly too. Ill be minding my own business in the corridor, then I hear his voice or see him (or glare at him) or something and all I can think about is how close the nearest broom closet is. And believe me, it's not to run away and hide from him. I'd drag him in with me. I'd love to be the one who initiated the first kiss. He's so overeager to ask me out, I'd want to know it was my decision and not just the only thing I could think of to shut him up.
Wow, I am pathetic…or maybe just desperate…no, pathetic is a good word.
A/N: I actually had this written, well, weeks ago but just forgot completely about this side story! I wasn't really sure if anyone was reading this or following what was going on but I think i'll just continue with it anyway...when i remember that is lol.
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