A/N: You guys don't hate me for this update, I know you don't. The story's still on hiatus, I just felt like updating it, I don't know why. But anyway, here it is! Chapter 7!
Chapter 7: How I Met My Mother
Harry enjoyed the graceful sight for a matter of one second before running back inside as it settled in his brain that there was a live werewolf running around with a pack of three Animagi, one of whom would use that to betray the werewolf. He figured that the werewolf might be able to see the future and be in a rage. So Harry decided that he better not take any chances.
Unfourtunately – or was it fourtunately? – when Harry went back into the school, he ran into his mother. Harry loved his mother. He cherished any extra moments he could spend with her. Only she was a bloody teenager, and he was a bloody teenage boy. And to add to all those extra bloody problems, she was bloody attractive and was a prefect. Damn. Harry really had bad luck.
"N-Nigel?" Lily asked, looking startled. "Is that you?"
Harry suddenly panicked. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to his mother, but right outside the castle walls were three illegal Animagi and a werewolf who wasn't supposed to be outside…Harry figured that Lily wouldn't take all this very well. Especially knowing what time he had travelled to and her relationship with her future husband.
"Er, oui – I mean 'yes' – Miss Lily," Harry said, plastering a charming smile on his face and slowly inching towards the hallway.
"Er…Nigel Williams? Where are you going?" Lily asked, commenting on the awkward scooting Harry was performing, trying to make Lily face the empty hallway.
Damn. Perhaps he wasn't as subtle as he thought he was.
"Oh, nowhere, Miss Lily, was just feeling a little chilly from the cool wind."
Lily gave a small giggle. There it was again! Hadn't Harry already mentioned that he hated the teenage girl's giggle? They reminded him of his failed experience with Cho Chang, who chose to go out with Cedric Diggory to the Yule Ball instead.
"Ah, yes. You used to live in France, correct? I can – hold on. France and Britain have rather similar weather climates…"
Harry wanted to punch himself in the face then and there. Why, oh why, had he not read all those Muggle encyclopedias his aunt and uncle had stuffed in a corner?
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I don't feel chilly," Harry retorted.
"Sure," said Lily, genuinely. "Of course you do. I still find the weather chilly, and I've lived here my whole life!"
"Er," Harry started, and then figuring that he should not be aware of the prefect system: "What are you doing out of bed, Miss Lily?"
"Please, just call me Lily," Lily said sweetly. "I'm a prefect. I find students who are out of bed after hours."
"Oh," said Harry, pretending to look confused. Actually, he could feel the corner of his mouth twitching upwards, but he tried to ignore it. "When must we be in bed, Lily?"
"You should have been in bed about an hour ago," Lily replied without hesitation.
Shit. He did not think this far ahead. He decided that he would win Lily over with his impeccable charm.
"But you're not. I was following the leader of the school."
Lily giggled. "You are so witty!"
Harry couldn't help but wonder whether James had ever pointed that out to Lily. For some strange reason, he seemed to think that it was in James' nature to point that out. Sirius had told Harry that James was sarcastic, and he was much like James. Therefore, after all that rational thinking, Harry decided that Lily was being weird.
"Has no one ever told you that before?"
Lily's smile turned into a scowl, causing Harry to flinch. "One person has, but he's so stupid, he's not even worth your arse…not that there's anything wrong with your arse, heh heh. It's just, your delivery is wonderful, Nigel Williams."
Had Harry mentioned that he hated that name?
"Why, merci beaucoup, Lily."
Lily giggled again. What was it with this girl and giggling? Although, Harry had to admit, her giggle was really swee – oh Merlin! Damn hormones!
"Well, come on, then," said Lily, desperately trying to catch eyes with Harry. "I'll help you back to the Common Room."
Harry was confused. Again. "But don't you have to continue to patrol?"
Lily's eyes looked slightly guilty. "No one will know…Besides, er, you don't seem that tired and…"
Harry was very worried. It seemed that Lily was trying to spend time with him. But it was all good. She had the most wonderful of eyes…they were just like his, after all.
"It's all right, Lily. I can stay in the Common Room with you."
Lily looked like the happiest and most grateful person on Earth when Harry had cut her off.
"Nigel Williams! You are the best!"
Lily grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him up the stairs and to the Fat Lady.
The Fat Lady was sleeping, and was confused to see Lily back so early when she opened her eyes.
"Miss Evans! You are back early!"
Harry rolled his eyes. Way to state the obvious! He decided the Fat Lady deserved a reward for stating the obvious. So he provided one to her mentally.
"Oh yes, m'lady!" Lily said, blushing slightly. "But you won't tell anyone, right?"
The Fat Lady laughed and put a finger to her lips. "No, definitely not." She then turned to Harry. "Oh Nigel! Yes, I remember you! You have the most wonderful name…"
Harry groaned internally. "Yes, the people who named me were definitely on a roll."
Lily…smiled. Thank Merlin she didn't giggle.
"Yes, thank you, Nigel. So, er, can we enter now? Please?" Lily asked.
"Oh yes, of course!" The Fat Lady replied, giving a 'subtle' wink and swinging wide open, allowing Lily and Harry to walk inside her hole.
Lily sat down on the couch of the Common Room in front of the fireplace, watching Harry intently. Harry hoped that this wasn't some sort of crush or anything because he did not want to hurt his mother's feelings.
"…Nigel? Are you not going to sit down?"
Right, yeah. Harry was supposed to be sitting. He knew that. It's not like that would be awkward or anything, right, sitting next to his excessively attractive mother? No, no. Of course he would be –
"Nigel Williams? Are you all right?" Lily was starting to look awfully worried.
"Right, yeah, sorry," Harry said, quickly sitting down, hoping he didn't look too embarrassed.
"Why are you so embarrassed?"
Damn his horrid acting skills!
"I'm not, it's just, the only girl I've ever sat this close to were my best friends so…"
Lily stuck out her bottom lip. "And we're not best friends?"
Okay, so maybe this situation was getting a little out of hand. But nothing Harry wouldn't be able to control. He definitely knew how to stop Lily from getting the wrong idea. He just had to make it seem that they weren't close, and then they wouldn't be close!
"Er, not yet. See, I barely know you, right now. I mean, in the future I might know you more, but right now, I don't, so we can't be best friends. Or friends…yet. You know…"
"Oh! I understand completely, Nigel! It can be difficult…sometimes I forget you're from another country altogether!"
Harry chose not to comment on the obvious flaw in that sentence, considering that Lily had just mentioned the fact he was from France merely seconds ago.
"I said sometimes, Nigel!" Lily said, still grinning.
So in his brain he decided not to comment, but it doesn't seem like his mouth got the memo.
"Oh."
Lily laughed. "Merlin, you are so adorable!"
Adorable?
"It's Nigel, not Merlin, unless you're talking to Merlin?"
Lily swatted Harry upside the head.
"You know exactly what I mean!"
Harry couldn't help but notice that his mother's eyes sparkled…he started to feel rather sad, knowing that those eyes wouldn't sparkle within a few years. He started to feel the odd urge to give a hug to his mother, which he resisted the urge to.
Lily hugged Harry back.
Okay, he resisted the urge to in his mind.
"Are you okay, Nigel?"
Harry pulled back, realizing his grave mistake. He was trying to get Lily to not think they were friends, and now they were already making contact?!
"Yeah, sorry, it was a mistake…"
Lily backed away and stared at Harry.
"A mistake?"
Harry mentally slapped himself. He couldn't just say it was a mistake to hug his mother! That would be bad. Like really bad.
"No, not a mistake, just, er, I didn't think about the consequences?" Damn, he really didn't want to hurt Lily's feelings. Why couldn't he have been feeling angst now, why? Then he could have just yelled at Lily and he wouldn't be in this mess!
"Don't worry about the consequences, Nigel. I'll always be here if you want a hug," Lily said, smiling – in relief? Happiness? – at Harry.
If only she knew how wrong she was. And this time, Harry didn't say it aloud! He was so proud of himself he started to pat himself on the back.
"Er, Nigel?" Lily said, giggling slightly. "What're you doing?"
"I'm patting myself on the back."
"Oh, er, that's, er, nice. I can pat you on the back too, you know, it might be easier…"
"Er, uh, no, no, I'm good, c'est bon, Miss Lily."
Lily smiled – hadn't she been smiling this whole time? Harry wasn't sure. – and look down at her feet.
"Is there something on the ground?" Harry asked, trying to follow Lily's line of vision. At least she wasn't staring at his crotch or something like that. Because looking at his own crotch would have been weird.
"No, er," Lily was starting to look very nervous.
"Is something bothering you?" Harry was starting to have a really really really bad feeling about what was about to happen.
"No, it's er…"
"What?"
"Uh, you know, you said we couldn't be friends until you got to know me."
Oh that! Harry was thanking all his lucky stars and Mars' brightness or whatever that this conversation had not gone in the wrong direction. Suddenly, Harry realized what was happening. His mother was allowing him to get to know her while she was alive and happy! This had to be the most exciting opportunity he had ever received. This was happier than flying, or meeting Ron, or even fighting Voldemort! Harry was so happy, he started to dance. Mentally, of course. He wouldn't want to mess up this great opportunity, oh no, that would be bad.
Lily was still looking at Harry expectantly.
"That is true," Harry said, focusing back on Lily.
"Well, how about, I, er, well, how about you get to know me?"
Harry lowered his voice to match Lily's, quite unsure on why he was doing so.
"I would love to."
Harry was starting to focus on Lily's individual features – it was almost as if they were getting bigger. She had a lovely nose.
"Great."
Suddenly, Harry felt Lily's lips against his own.
DAMN! It wasn't Harry starting to focus more intently, it was the actual fact that Lily's face had been getting closer to his own! Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. This was getting a bit out of hand.
Without thinking, he started tilting his head to match Lily's…until he realized what he was doing. Damn. Lily was kissing Harry. His mother was kissing Harry. Lily was kissing her son. His mother was kissing her son. Harry could barely breathe. This was a very bad problem. Harry had to think fast, now would be a good time for a spur of the moment decision. How the hell was he supposed to get out of this kiss?
Lily broke away from Harry, looking carefully to see his reaction.
Harry smiled weakly back, not wanting to hurt his mother's feelings. Yes, this was his first kiss. And it had been used on his mother. Could this day get any worse?
"Was that, er," Lily was blushing furiously. "Sorry, I, er, it was my first time…"
At least he wasn't the only one who kissed his blood relative for his first kiss.
"No, it was fine…uh, yeah, er, uh…" Harry was stammering. What he really wanted to say was: I KISSED MY BLOODY MOTHER! IT WAS TERRIBLE! Unfortunately, his mouth wasn't quite cooperating.
"I, er, I'm going to go to bed now…I'll, er, I'll see you in the morning?"
"Yeah, first thing," Harry's mouth said without asking permission.
Lily smiled. "Yeah, first thing. Better your face than Potter's."
"Yeah, okay, um, yeah," Harry mouth continued.
Lily gave a small wink at Harry – for what? Harry wasn't sure. – before hurrying up the stairs to her dormitory.
It was only then that Harry's brain fully registered what had just happened. He kissed his mother. His mother kissed him. The more times he said it, the worse he felt. How did he end up kissing his mother? He was starting to hate this day more and more and cursed the lucky stars he was just thanking merely minutes ago.
He made a decision to run to his own dormitory and wash his mouth very thoroughly and hope Lily was drunk or something and would forget about this. Hopefully, hopefully, this night and this kiss could be forgotten.
Harry predicted that this was probably not going to happen though. He had no lucky stars to help him through this time. Even if he was The Boy Who Lived.
A/N: Did you like it? Or hate it? As I said, it's gonna be really cliche, but in an awesome way. I'd like to thank my reviewers for reviewing, really appreciate it!
