Stuck With YOU
Chapter Six
By Mrs Prongs
Disclaimer:..........
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Lily followed James down 8 flights steps all the way to the second floor.
"Brilliant. And we're going to hide where exactly?," Lily asked.
"Right this way, Miss Evans," he said, as he set down the corridor a little ways until he stopped in front of a tapestry of a woman playing the harp.
"This is about as good as your "secret" closet," Lily said as she glared at him.
"No, no, no. This is better." James slipped behind the tapestry and was followed closely by Lily.
"So we're going to hide behind a rug on the wall?," she asked exasperated.
"Stop jumping to conclusions, would you? All you do is assume!," yelled James, biting back. Lily was shocked. Usually Potter was kissing the ground she walked on with the sarcastic remark here and there, but suddenly yelling at her? Lily brushed it off. She had been being a bit, well, catty.
"Okay, Evans, there is a door to your right," James said as if he were talking to a child, "Open it and go in."
"Ugh."
Lily opened the door only to find yet another closet for them to cramp into.
"Good plan. And how many people know of this place THIS TIME?"
"No one that I know of," he replied, thoroughly proud of his accomplishment to find a decent hiding place.
Lily just rolled her eyes and slid to the floor, taking up all of the space the closet would allow her to.
"You're not the only one who wants to sit down, you know," said James.
"Yes, but remember the last time YOU sat down? Remus found us. You know why? Because your big arse knocked down the towels!"
"Well, I'm sorry, Miss Priss, but it wasn't even my arse. It was my back, if I remember correctly."
"I DON'T CARE WHAT THE HELL IT WAS! It blew our cover. End of story"
"So you say."
"Shut up."
"Fine."
"Fine.
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
At that, James sunk to the floor himself, pushing Lily's legs out of his way.
After about 30 minutes of complete silence, Lily spoke up.
"How long are we going to stay in here?"
"Until someone finds us."
"Ergh."
"I have to say this has been one of my best hidey-pot suggestions yet."
"Couldn't you have found another place with a little more leg room?"
Before James could answer, there was a ruffling outside the door that sounded as if someone was behind the tapestry. James and Lily listened closely. After about 10 seconds of dead silence, the door flew open to reveal McGonagall on the other side.
James just grinned. "So are you playing Sardines, too, Professor?"
McGonagall looked appalled. "Sardines, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, you know, when-"
Professor McGonagall cut him off mid sentence. "Nevermind, I don't think I want to know. I do, however, want you and Miss Evans to get out of the broom closet."
"Right-Ho McGonagally-O," James said in a cheery voice. He helped Lily up and they left the small closet.
"Professor McGonagall?"
McGonagall turned her head towards them. "Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"If anyone asks if you know where we are, especially Sirius, you haven't seen us." Before she could answer, he had already left, dragging Lily by her arm yet again.
"No one will find us; No one knows about it," Lily said mockingly.
"I didn't say that the Professors didn't know. Besides, she wasn't playing the game."
"No, Potter, of course she wasn't playing the stupid game, but who made us lose our hidey-po, I mean hiding place? Ergh, you've got me saying it, too," Lily said and hit him.
"No need for violence, but let me take a wild guess at who made us lose our hidey-pot."
"Go ahead, who?"
"McGonagall."
"DAMNIT POTTER, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU KNOW DAMN GOOD AND WELL THAT IT WAS YOU WHO MADE US LOSE OUR HIDING PLACE THIS TIME!" Lily lunged on him and started choking him.
"Evans!....Evans!....EVANS!," said, James, struggling to breath, "You're killing me!"
Lily, noticing that James was starting to turn purple, quickly leapt off of him.
"Oh James, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me!," she apoligized.
"It's okay, I guess I deserved it. Just lets find our new hiding place," he said taking her hand and started to lead her down the hall.
Chapter Six
By Mrs Prongs
Disclaimer:..........
**
Lily followed James down 8 flights steps all the way to the second floor.
"Brilliant. And we're going to hide where exactly?," Lily asked.
"Right this way, Miss Evans," he said, as he set down the corridor a little ways until he stopped in front of a tapestry of a woman playing the harp.
"This is about as good as your "secret" closet," Lily said as she glared at him.
"No, no, no. This is better." James slipped behind the tapestry and was followed closely by Lily.
"So we're going to hide behind a rug on the wall?," she asked exasperated.
"Stop jumping to conclusions, would you? All you do is assume!," yelled James, biting back. Lily was shocked. Usually Potter was kissing the ground she walked on with the sarcastic remark here and there, but suddenly yelling at her? Lily brushed it off. She had been being a bit, well, catty.
"Okay, Evans, there is a door to your right," James said as if he were talking to a child, "Open it and go in."
"Ugh."
Lily opened the door only to find yet another closet for them to cramp into.
"Good plan. And how many people know of this place THIS TIME?"
"No one that I know of," he replied, thoroughly proud of his accomplishment to find a decent hiding place.
Lily just rolled her eyes and slid to the floor, taking up all of the space the closet would allow her to.
"You're not the only one who wants to sit down, you know," said James.
"Yes, but remember the last time YOU sat down? Remus found us. You know why? Because your big arse knocked down the towels!"
"Well, I'm sorry, Miss Priss, but it wasn't even my arse. It was my back, if I remember correctly."
"I DON'T CARE WHAT THE HELL IT WAS! It blew our cover. End of story"
"So you say."
"Shut up."
"Fine."
"Fine.
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
At that, James sunk to the floor himself, pushing Lily's legs out of his way.
After about 30 minutes of complete silence, Lily spoke up.
"How long are we going to stay in here?"
"Until someone finds us."
"Ergh."
"I have to say this has been one of my best hidey-pot suggestions yet."
"Couldn't you have found another place with a little more leg room?"
Before James could answer, there was a ruffling outside the door that sounded as if someone was behind the tapestry. James and Lily listened closely. After about 10 seconds of dead silence, the door flew open to reveal McGonagall on the other side.
James just grinned. "So are you playing Sardines, too, Professor?"
McGonagall looked appalled. "Sardines, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, you know, when-"
Professor McGonagall cut him off mid sentence. "Nevermind, I don't think I want to know. I do, however, want you and Miss Evans to get out of the broom closet."
"Right-Ho McGonagally-O," James said in a cheery voice. He helped Lily up and they left the small closet.
"Professor McGonagall?"
McGonagall turned her head towards them. "Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"If anyone asks if you know where we are, especially Sirius, you haven't seen us." Before she could answer, he had already left, dragging Lily by her arm yet again.
"No one will find us; No one knows about it," Lily said mockingly.
"I didn't say that the Professors didn't know. Besides, she wasn't playing the game."
"No, Potter, of course she wasn't playing the stupid game, but who made us lose our hidey-po, I mean hiding place? Ergh, you've got me saying it, too," Lily said and hit him.
"No need for violence, but let me take a wild guess at who made us lose our hidey-pot."
"Go ahead, who?"
"McGonagall."
"DAMNIT POTTER, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU KNOW DAMN GOOD AND WELL THAT IT WAS YOU WHO MADE US LOSE OUR HIDING PLACE THIS TIME!" Lily lunged on him and started choking him.
"Evans!....Evans!....EVANS!," said, James, struggling to breath, "You're killing me!"
Lily, noticing that James was starting to turn purple, quickly leapt off of him.
"Oh James, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me!," she apoligized.
"It's okay, I guess I deserved it. Just lets find our new hiding place," he said taking her hand and started to lead her down the hall.