A/N: So I was listening to Cheap Trick: 'I want you to want me', while I was writing this, and I think it fits Lily and James complicated relationship. Give it a listen, and tell me what you think.
Chapter 4 ~ Is He In A Coma?
I woke up extremely comfortable. I was nice and warm, like I was wrapped up in a big duvet. Mmmm. I snuggled in closer. I couldn't remember going up to my dorm, hell I couldn't even remember going to the feast.
'Oh crap.' My eyes shot open and sure enough, I heard Potters telltale chuckle from above me. He was looking down at me, and I was wrapped up in his arms. I realised what had woken me. We were no longer in the compartment, or on the train. Potter had carried me all the way to the carriages and his walk had jostled me.
'Put me down' I mumbled. He just chuckled at me, and pulled me even closer to his toned chest. It was quite hard to refuse this method of travel, but I wasn't going to let Potter continue to carry me like I was some kind of cripple.
'Potter, let me down.' I said in my firmest voice. People were staring at us now, wondering what the hell was going on, and I felt my face going bright red.
'Aww, you're going all red' he teased.
'Potter!' I snapped, losing my patience when two Slytherins sniggered as they strutted past.
'Fine' he huffed and placed me lightly on my feet.
Wow its cold. I knelt down to grab my trunk but Potter had already marched away with it. Grr. Does he think I'm incapable? Well that's defiantly a point against him. 1-1.
I went to walk forward when I felt something slipping off my shoulders. Potter had given me his cloak. He must be freezing. I pulled it back up and continued up the path towards the carriages. Potter was standing by one with all the others, holding the door open for me, my trunk and cat basket already loaded in. I couldn't help but smile.
Climbing in I took the only vacant seat which was next to Potter. As I sat down he reached over and wrapped his arm, once again, around my shoulder. He leant in towards me, so that I could feel his breath tickling my cheek.
'I'm sorry, for flipping out earlier. It was just a shock seeing you, that's all.' He murmured into my ear.
Some of my forgotten anger shot back at me, but shock washed it away. Potter had just apologised. Potter never apologised. I smiled up at him, hoping that he realised that I accepted it. He beamed down at me. Apparently he did. Although he probably would have thought that I did even if I hadn't.
I tried to playfully shake his arm off because for some reason I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but he didn't budge his grip and I gave up. Besides, despite the fact that he didn't have a cloak on, he really was warm.
The carriages trundled up the drive, and we eventually made it to Hogwarts. The sight of it still took my breath away, even after all these years. It was upsetting to think that we would be leaving all this behind at the end of the year. I would have to make the most of it while I still could.
'Beautiful, isn't it?' Potter asked. I nodded silently as he helped me clamber down from the carriages.
The feast, as always, was spectacular, and I ate until I was fit to burst. I had quite some trouble getting up at the end to go organise the prefects.
At least I didn't have to go carting the first years around. One of the many perks of being the Headgirl.
I was surprised to notice during the feast that I had been changed into my robes. I would have to remember to thank the girls for that later.
September the 1st this year had fallen on a Saturday, meaning that everyone got tomorrow off, so the majority of people were staying up, chatting animatedly to their friends in the common room about their summers, while some 5th years where hiding in the corner trying to finish of their holiday homework in enough time to play the next round of explosive snap. It was way too loud for my liking and I decided to head straight to bed. My nap earlier had done little to douse my tiredness, and I trundled off to bed.
James' POV
What. A. Day! First of all, I meet Evans' parents. Then I piss her off, and the inevitable argument (Lily monologue) ensues, then she falls asleep on me, (after not throwing a fit about me sitting next to her), and doesn't attack me, when she finds out that I carried her to the carriages, AND she allows me to put my arm around her (although I did feel her measly attempts to throw me off) and didn't throw my cloak back in my face.
Quite a successful day if I do say so myself. Sure Lily got a tad pissed off, but its Lily, when has she ever gone through an entire day without shouting at someone? (And by someone I mean me.)
This is my year. The year I finally get Lily Evans! It's got to be. This is my last chance.
But what if I don't? What if she leaves Hogwarts and completely forgets about me. It doesn't seem like much of a life to me.
On this cheery thought, I decided to call it a night and head off up to bed, into my welcoming 4 poster. I fall asleep instantly.
I can't sleep. I roll over and try to sleep.
All I can think about is Lily.
I can't sleep. I roll over and try to sleep.
Peter' snoring is too loud.
I can't sleep. I roll over and try to sleep.
All I can think about is Lily
I can't sleep. I roll over and try to sleep.
Sirius' incessant sleep barking is too loud
I can't sleep. I roll over and try to sleep.
Lily
I can't sleep. I roll over and try to sleep.
Remus' wand is alight; trying to read
I can't sleep. I roll over and try to sleep.
Lily
I can't sleep. I roll over and try to sleep.
It's too hot; I can feel the sweat dripping off of me.
I can't sleep. I roll over and try to sleep.
Lily
Lily
Lily
Lily
'AHHHHHHHH!' Merlin, I can't take it anymore! I need to go and walk around for a bit. I look at my clock. 5:30. No one will be up yet.
I grab the cloak and sneak downstairs, throwing it over me as I go. I hit the last step and stop dead. There is someone sitting on the sofa, lying in their duvet by the fire.
I see a flash of red from a hole somewhere in the blanket. Lily! What is she doing down here?
She is staring straight at my feet. Panicking I look down making sure the cloak is covering my feet. Yup.
It's like she knows that I am here. Her gaze moves upwards, stopping just below my eyes, before she blushes violently, and turns away, back towards the fire.
I feel my heart beat restore back to its usual pace, and a feeling of immense calm washes over me, as I move closer to her.
Well, being with the real thing is better than my imaginary Lily: even if this one is capable of inflicting pain.
Taking off the cloak I crept behind the sofa she was curled up on.
'Hello, Evans' I whispered into her ear.
She leapt from her seat, whipping her head around with angry eyes. Oops. I took a few precautionary steps backwards.
'How do you do that?' she asked.
'Do what?'
'You know, when you suddenly appear from thin air'.
'What are you talking about Evans? I just came down the stairs. It's not my fault you're going deaf'.
She turned around to say something and by the look on her face I presume it would have been bitingly sarcastic, but seemed to choose not to at the last minute, and turned her gaze back to the fire.
'So, why are you up so early?' she enquired politely.
'Couldn't sleep, you?'
'Yeah, me neither.'
'Well, I'm sure you got enough on the train.' I teased.
She turned to look at me, and seemed shocked at how close I was, like she hadn't expected to see me there.
'Well, I just wanted to say... thank you, for you know, earlier on the train, not just leaving me on there, or throwing water all over me to wake me up.
Wow! Lily Evans had thanked me! This means that she had recognised that I had done something nice for which she wanted to thank me.
'Yeah, that was Sirius's first idea, but I didn't think you would be too pleased with that whole arrangement'. I was vaguely aware that I was grinning like a Cheshire cat, but I couldn't help it.
'Are you cold?' I asked, eyeing the duvet. She giggled quietly, and nodded her head.
'Are you?' she asked suddenly.
'Ummm, a bit I suppose...' I trailed off.
For some reason she began blushing furiously and after some movement within her makeshift cocoon, she pulled out,
'My cloak! Oh yeah, I gave it to you on the train! I had forgotten about that. Sleep deprivation can do that to you.' She giggled again, and I was entranced by the sound. I saw her attempting to roll herself out of the duvet, but it was all twisted up around her, and she seemed to be having some difficulty.
I hid a laugh at the look of total concentration on her face, as I saw her kicking and punching the covers, but seeming to knot herself up even more. Finally she managed to roll herself out, and dumped herself straight onto the floor. I couldn't help but laugh.
She was sat on the carpet, her red hair falling out of her messy ponytail and trailing loosely across her beautiful face, her arms crossed across her chest and glared angrily up at me.
After I regained my composure I decided that seeing as she hadn't assaulted me yet, I would push my luck, and grabbed her under the armpits pulling her back up, straight onto my lap so that her head was resting just below my shoulder. I saw her smile at this, before I grabbed the duvet and set it down around the both if us, my arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and I was out like a light.
Lily POV
How do I get myself into these predicaments? One moment I am happily gazing into the fire I had conjured up, and then next moment, I am sitting, or lying, in none other than James Potters lap, in the middle of the common room.
And then before I can escape his arms, and this extremely awkward and embarrassing situation, he falls asleep. No I am not joking.
So now I have been trapped in this position for around 15 minutes, Potter snoring loudly in my ear, and me struggling to break out of his arms, which are holding me like a body bind curse.
Oh, Merlin, it's hot under here! I can feel my face reddening, and the sweat beads are gathering on my hairline.
I reach for my wand where I usually keep it in my waistband but...
'Damn!' I left it upstairs, lying on my bedside table. Oh mother of Merlin, this just keeps getting worse. It's getting late and people will be coming down for breakfast soon, and I do not want people seeing me and Potter lying together on the sofa.
I try pulling my arms from where they are trapped by my sides, but to no avail. So I try poking him in the thigh. I don't think he even feels it. Stupid Quidditch making people strong' I mumble to myself, venting my anger.
I whip my head back around and hit it on the underside of the idiots jaw.
'Owww!' I yelp in pain, trying to rub it, but my arm is still trapped.
'I hate you Potter' I whisper threateningly, while rubbing my forehead on his neck. He moves, the first time he has since he fell asleep. I swear he sleeps like a log. I was screaming at him to get off for ages, but he didn't even stir. Crazy idiot.
So I decide a new tactic is needed.
And that's when a gaggle of 6th years descended from the boys dormitories. Yup. Right when I was licking potter's cheek.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
Oh Merlin, my face had passed by red, passed by crimson, their needs to be a whole new colour for what my face looked like right then.
They were all laughing hysterically at my expense, and just when I thought the situation couldn't get any worse, none other than Sirius Black emerges from the middle of the group, and I swear I could actually here is jaw thud as it hit the floor.
Then he burst into laughter.
'Evans! Never thought you would have it in ya!' he shouts in between fits of laughter.
I wriggled mercilessly, trying fruitlessly to wrench myself free from Potters grip.
More people were venturing into the common room after wondering what was causing all the commotion.
More hysterics followed, and whispers of...'Evans?...didn't think she was like that...finally, thought she would never see sense..' And Potter continued to sleep through the entire thing. I have a suspicion he may just be faking it to embarrass me. Either that or sleeps like he is in a coma. Maybe he should see Madame Pomfrey about it.
After what seemed like an eternity, Remus walked down the stairs, appraised the situation, and conjured up water to splash into Potter face.
He jumped up, a string of profanities leaking from his mouth, and in the process dumping me straight on to the floor.
I didn't wait to see what happened next. I shot off up the stairs and into the safety of my dormitory and dived straight into my bed.
Merlin, please kill me!
A/N: I'm not a huge fan of this chapter, I think I could have done it better, but my wonderfully suarve brother was rushing me of the laptop! Sorry. If you guys think it is totally awful tell me and I will take it down and rewrite it.
Please review and tell me what you think!
Anna-Cate xxxx