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Chapter Eight: Annoyances,Injuries, and Quidditch
Lily sat in the stands with Dean, totally absorbed in the game going on before her eyes. She was mostly watching James, who was zooming back and forth across the pitch, following the quaffle. He was a really great player, Lily thought as he flew right past her. He grinned as he went past, and Lily blushed.
Dean looked down at her. "So, what's the deal between you and Potter?" he asked, sounding a little angry.
"Um, nothing. Why?" Lily asked, confused. Then she remembered the scene they had acted out, and the kiss-which she had been trying hard to forget-and blushed some more. "It's nothing Dean, really. All in the past."
"Good." Dean said simply. Lily looked at him, a little unbelievingly. He was acting a little arrogant, and her opinion of him was changing more for the worse the longer she was around him. By her count it had only been about an hour and she was already wanting to leave. She probably would have too if James hadn't been playing so well.
Lily shook her head and turned her eyes back to the match. James had told her to ask Dean questions about the game, to let him explain things to her. Maybe she should try that…maybe the date would be better than it was if she put a little more effort into it, she thought, sighing.
"Dean," Lily said, turning and looking at him through her eyelashes. He blinked and Lily giggled a little, really wanting to laugh out loud but remembering what James had coached her on. "What's happening? With the game, I mean." Lily said, feeling completely idiotic as she did so.
Dean looked away from her, back to the match. "Well, we have the quaffle right now, Sirius and James are passing it back and forth as they go up the field while Lestrange and Mulciber are chasing them. And Derrick Bell is chasing the snitch, trying to end the game." Dean said simply, as if that was all that was going on in the game.
Lily nodded, trying to act impressed when really, she couldn't believe that that was his explanation. There was so much more going on in the game than that! Avery, one of the beaters, kept aiming the bludger straight at James's head, not missing by much, and the other beater on the Slytherin team was chasing after Sirius as he went to throw the quaffle through the hoops. They were playing dirty, but only when Madam Hooch wasn't looking their direction so she couldn't call them on it.
Lily groaned as the Slytherin keeper blocked Sirius's shot and the quaffle started traveling back down the pitch towards the Gryffindor goalposts. Her eyes followed James as he flew around Mulciber skillfully, heading to help Sirius get the quaffle away from the other Slytherin chaser,
She stopped paying attention to Dean, who was looking around the stands as if the people around them were more important than the match. She really didn't understand why she had wanted to date him so badly, he was sort of a git, but she knew she had to keep an open mind after liking him for so long. Maybe he was just nervous, like she had been.
James and Sirius were down at the Slytherin goalposts, throwing the quaffle back and forth to each other, lobbying for a free shot, when Dean started playing with Lily's hair. She turned and looked at him.
"What're you doing?" she asked, rather annoyed at this point.
Dean, not sensing her annoyance, smiled. "You're hair, it's really red and curly."
"Yes, it is that. But what are you doing with it?" she asked.
"I was just playing around with it. I can't seem to keep my eyes off of you Lily. I'm so glad we came on this date." Dean said, still grinning stupidly.
Yeah, that makes one of us. Lily thought, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.
Just then, a huge gasp shook the stands, and people were standing up, holding their hands over their mouths and pointing to the pitch. Lily turned quickly, pulling away from Dean and standing up.
None of the players of either team were in the air anymore. The Slytherin team was huddled in a tight circle, smirking and laughing at the Gryffindor team, who were circled around something-someone-that was obviously hurt. Lily felt her heart jump to her throat as she examined the heads of the people surrounding the injured person.
James! James is hurt! Lily thought, her hands covering her mouth in shock. What had happened? Ugh! Dean had been talking to her and she had missed what happened to James. Was he okay? How badly was he hurt?
"Dean, I have to go." Lily said hurriedly, squeezing past him to get to the stairs that led out of the stands.
"Lily, wait! Where are you going?" he asked, trying to follow her. She really didn't want to wait for him, or explain anything to him, because she honestly didn't know where she was going either. All she knew was that James was hurt, and she needed to make sure he was okay.
"I'll explain later Dean. Just please, let me go right now and we can talk later, in the common room."
Dean nodded, finally letting her go. "Okay Lily. I'll talk to you later then." He said, looking like a puppy dog that someone had kicked.
Lily felt bad. She did like Dean, or at least she had, but he was nothing like she had thought he would be like. And if she was honest with herself, all she had been thinking about for the past twelve hours was James and kiss perfect lips, gorgeous hazel eyes, and messy hair. She had even dreamt about him.
She shook her head as she made her way down the stairs, trying to gather her thoughts. She would have to wait until after she knew if James was okay to think about her feelings and what she needed to do about them. Until then, her thoughts about James would have to disappear to the far corner of her mind.
"Lily!" Lily heard behind her as she reached the bottom of the steps. She turned and saw Remus running down the steps.
"Remus! Did you see what happened? I missed it. I only saw James on the ground and everyone surrounding him." Lily said breathlessly. She hadn't realized she had been running down the steps, but she had been.
"Avery hit James in the head with a bludger purposely. Of course, he did it behind Madam Hooch's back, so she can't call it, but it knocked James unconscious, and he fell off his broom. Sirius caught him, luckily, and brought him down." Remus said once he had reached Lily. "Sirius is taking him up to the hospital wing right now, and the match is over. James will be glad we won, at least."
Lily shook her head. "You boys, you can get hurt severely, but none of that matters as long as you won the game."
Remus laughed. "Well, Quidditich is James's life. It's very important to him and Sirius. Sometimes I think they take it a little too seriously, but I have no say in what they do."
Lily laughed, glad that Remus had lightened the mood a little. She felt silly freaking out while she was with one of the Marauders, and James's best mates, who was acting completely normal.
"So, you seemed pretty worried about him Lily." Remus said, giving Lily a pointed look. She felt like he could somehow read her mind-like he knew exactly how much the kiss she had shared with James affected her.
"Well, he could be seriously injured. Then who would help me make sure I have Dean all to myself?" Lily said, trying to sound serious as she was secretly blanching inside. But Remus didn't need to know that, because there was no doubt that he would tell James.
Remus chuckled, nodding his head. "Touche, Lily Evans." Lily grinned, but Remus was still looking at her like he knew that she was having thoughts about James that she probably shouldn't have been having. She didn't like it, but she didn't want to bring it up in case it was only her imagination.
They continued up to the hospital wing in a comfortable silence, walking a little faster than they normally would. When they reached the hospital wing they found Sirius pacing in the hallway, the doors shut behind him.
"Padfoot, what's going on? How is he?" Remus asked worriedly. Lily stood there, chewing on her lip. If Sirius was looking this worried, it couldn't be good.
"Moony, I…he hasn't woken up or moved since we fell off his broom. The bludger hit him really hard, right in the back of the head." Sirius said, starting to pace again.
Lily felt her eyes burn, the tell-tale sign that she was going to cry. Remus put his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her, and she was thankful for that.
"I'm going to kill Avery. Seriously, I'll go Adava Kedavra on his ass, I swear." Lily said angrily, trying to fight back the tears.
Sirius and Remus turned to her, shocked. They had never heard Lily Evans cuss, and they had definitely never heard her threaten someone's life, even if it was a dirty bloody Slytherin.
"What?" Lily asked, seeing the looks on their faces. They both shook their heads and walked over to the wall where there were chairs lined against the wall. They had left the seat between them open for Lily to sit in and she walked over and sat down.
"Prongs has to be okay. There's no way he can't be okay." Sirius was saying, looking really upset. He almost looked like he had been crying, but Lily couldn't tell.
Remus nodded. "Don't worry. Prongs is tough, and stubborn as hell. He'll be just fine."
Lily could only hope that Remus was right as she sat there, waiting for news on James, her stomach clenched into a huge knot that had no chance of loosening until James was fully recovered and strutting around the school again.
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