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Don't worry you'll find out about lily's past soon…and for the people who want more James and Lily action…you'll get it…Oh and I was trying not to make the characters like JK Rowling's…they are my own version.
Disclaimer: I hope I didn't create Lily Evans and James Potter, because if I did I would have hundreds of people swarming around me asking: "How did you do it?"
I was carrying a green cargo bag around my shoulder full of school books and an old paper back in my left hand. I was hurriedly walking down the staircase to the great hall for breakfast, putting my sleepiness aside for the moment.
I kept feeling my eyelids droop in drowsiness. This was probably because of the late night snack I had had only a few short hours previously. I was afraid that I was going to trip because my eyelids kept closing and opening.
I had went up to my dorm, careful not to wake any of my dorm mates, when I had finished my meal and had quickly fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the fluffy soft pillow. When I heard movement around me only about three hours later, I knew I had to get out of bed if I didn't want to miss breakfast.
I threw back my covers grabbed my bag and my book and raced out of my room and down the stairs as if running was the only cure to tiredness.
Now, I still had on the same clothes from the day before and this included my robes with my wand in its pocket, my tie and scarf. This was it. The last time I had encountered my shoes was at the Lake where I had left them. I guess I'll just have to go and get them before class. Or I'll just miss class today and sit by the Lake today. I could sure use some time to ponder.
I had reached the tall doors of the Great Hall and was now pushing them open with a slight shove.
I walked down the middle isle to an open seat, along the Gryffindor table. I sat down on the wooden bench and took out my book while I ate the remains of my late breakfast. I think I had wiped out the kitchen last night.
My eyes were scanning the pages of the words written on the thin pages… 'What do I not owe you? You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. By you, I was properly humbled. I…'
My reading was interrupted.
"Never understood the concept of that book…no matter how many times I read it. How can Lizzie accept such a pompous, egotistical git?"
I jerked out of my seat with such a velocity that when my elbow hit the tip of my plate it went flying into the air and landed….on James head. How convenient.
James laughed. "Not the exact welcome I was expecting but it was better then what I had thought would happen."
I immediately stood up and ran off through the hall, making sure to grab my bag on the way out.
"Hey, wait up!"
I kept running, trying to ignore the calls from behind me.
"Wait!" James had caught up to me and was now tapping me on my shoulder as a gesture to slow down and listen to him.
I turned around with a delay and a grimace on my face. Why did he keep following me? Was he so surprised that someone was mute that he had to figure out why? Well I was going to make sure that he doesn't.
I stared at him with, what I hoped was anger, and hate. James didn't even flinch…even though I knew he had known exactly what I was trying to do.
He lifted a pair of shoes in front of my face. "Guess what I have!"
I gasped. He must have found them the last time he went down to the Lake. But when would that have been? At five in the morning?
I reached out for them trying to snatch them from James's strong grip. That did absolutely nothing, but let our hands get another chance to meet and graze skin once again.
James shook his head, "Nope, you're not getting them back until you answer a few more questions from our game"
I sighed. I had to get my shoes back, they were my only pair and I couldn't afford new ones.
"Now, errrr, what is your favorite place in the world?" said James.
How are you going to read my mind this time huh?
"Come on, at least try to answer."
Uhhh fine, the cottage next to the beach.
"Interesting. But where would this cottage be located?"
I wasn't even going to pretend to be surprised this time around when he read my mind. I was getting used to it, and the initial shock had worn off. But it did remind me about why I tried to stay away from him in the first place.
I tried to grab for the dirty old shoes again, but missed.
"No you're not getting them that easily. It's your turn."
I shrugged and didn't put up a fight or run away. I didn't feel like using any effort today and I really did need those shoes.
Why do you think you were put into Gryffindor?
James sighed, "Ahhh that's a hard one." I looked at him confused, James smiled slightly, "Well you see, I don't know why I was put into Gryffindor. The hat had thought of every other house until I said I wanted to be in Gryffindor. "
I stared at him, interested.
"Yea, well, I don't really have any Gryffindor qualities either. People say I do but not really. I'm not chivalrous or brave. The intelligence I have isn't very high on the I.Q. scale, so I really don't know why I was picked to be here. The thought still troubles me today."
I tripped. On my own socks, I tripped. I fell down, my arms flailing and my book bag falling off of my shoulder. The only thing that stopped me from hitting the hard stone floor was the soft but hard, warm figure underneath me.
When I fell I guess James had come down with me. I was lying on top of him. He was completely underneath me.
It felt good. Our bodies melded into one figure as my weight pressed into his. I could feel the defined lines of his chest through his thick robes. His hands went from the floor into my hair, which was cascading into a curtain around our heads.
We stared into each other's eyes; a fiery sparkle was in both of our gazes. A tingle went from the tip of my head to traveling down my body until it reached the bottom of my feet. I could feel the butterflies flittering inside my stomach.
The contact wasn't broken until one of the people walking around us knocked into both of us and ruined our gaze. The contact gone and the moment dead.
James leaped up and offered a hand to me. I refused it and got to my feet by myself. I couldn't stand to touch any part of him or I was going to burst.
"I'm sorry about that." He said in a shaky voice. Apparently the fall had affected him also.
I looked down with a blush creeping onto my face. The feel of his body still on mine.
The people around us started to move faster, hurrying to get to their first class.
"Well, I guess you can have your shoes back now. There's nothing else to say if we don't want to be late."
He handed me the filthy shoe, caked with mud.
"I guess I'll see you later then!" he said while walking away.
Later? I hope so…I mean not…
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