Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine- the plot is, the characters aren't. Besides Rose Gates. hee, hee, hee.
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Lily felt horrible. Her head was throbbing, her eyes were sore and she was crying silently. Her headache increased slightly as she ran through what had just appeared in her memory.
She flung herself onto the bed and, turning over, took up a suggestive pose.
"I thought you said you were tired." He smiled, sitting down at her feet.
"I'm not anymore," She answered, pushing her lips on his. His reaction was pleasing to her, "I'm awake and I want to do something… fun." He raised an eyebrow at her.
"I think you would probably regret this in the morning, maybe you should go to sleep." She rolled her eyes, kissing him again.
"Come on Potter," Her voice was husky, teasing, "I'm all drunk and vulnerable. You want to, too." He sighed longingly, moving forward as if to oblige. She kissed him roughly- her hands making their way into his hair, messing it up more than usual. He groaned, untangling himself from the comfortable position he had been in.
"No, Lily. It'll only make you hate me more- I'm on thin ice with a sober you already," He rolled away from her, across the bed, and rested an arm around her waist.
"If you turn out to be gay, Potter- I'll curse you into oblivion for playing me along all these years." He laughed.
"Why, Evans dear- you've never given me the opportunity to play you." She scoffed, angrily.
"James Potter, you are one of the biggest tossers I've ever-" She stopped, grimacing.
"Evans, you ok?" He asked, his arm being pushed away as she sat up. She retched, feeling the bile rise in her throat. She leaned over the side of the bed and vomited.
Wiping her mouth, she said, "That put a dampener on the mood." He looked her over, concerned.
"Here," He said, pulling off his quidditch jersey to reveal his bare torso, "you've got sick all down your clothes." She smiled, pulling off her T-shirt and jeans and slipping comfortably into James' jersey.
"Thanks." She smiled, settling back down next to him. She was just drifting off to sleep when the dormitory door burst open and the giggling faces of Sirius and Rose were illuminated.
"Ah, Lily," Rose grinned, pulling Sirius over to his bed, "I see you had the same idea we did."
"Lily, what was that down there? What happened?" Rose's tone of concern brought her back to the present. The painful, messy, upsetting present.
"Rose," She sniffed, the tears slowing and drying with the rest, "do you remember anything from that night?" Rose didn't need to be told which night she was referring to.
"Yeah," She all but breathed, climbing next to Lily in her bed and slipping an arm around her waist.
"I remember everything, now." Lily replied, her voice becoming thick.
"I'm sorry." Rose whispered.
"Nothing to be sorry for."
"Then why were you crying?" She asked, stroking her hair soothingly.
"Because…" Lily said, taking a shaky breath, "because James Potter isn't half the git I suspected him to be. And that scares me Rosie. That scares me a lot."
"I know, but it doesn't have to, Lil'." Her voice broke.
"Rosie, I know you're tired of hearing this. I know you think I should just go and date the boy. But what if-"
"What if you're just setting yourself up to be hurt again?" Rose cut off. Her voice wasn't bored, or tired but comforting and understanding. Lily nodded, "Well, dear you may not like to hear this but- sometimes you just have to take a chance. Trust in someone. Even someone you don't want to trust, like James Potter."
"You know," Lily said, wiping her nose on her sleeve, "you're very annoying when you make sense."
"It comes with the occupation of being a best friend, sweetheart."
They sat in a comfortable silence for a while. Rose looked distant and Lily made a mental note to address that expression later.
She however, was pondering what her friend had said. When Lily really thought about it, she couldn't understand why she hadn't already gone out with Potter- or at least been friends with him- at all this year. Because, he wasn't a bully anymore, he had deflated his ego and, after all that- and the fact that he could probably have any girl he wished, he still persisted in what would have formerly been seen as an impossible goal.
Merely thinking about the not so complex complexity of the situation made Lily want to hit her head against a wall. Because, after all- there were really only two options. Date him, or don't date him.
It was strange that she appeared to be more forgiving of the boy who was now an arrogant git, than the one who was no longer an arrogant git. Severus, James and Sirius hadn't had any more surprise duels since the one in the first week. But that wasn't for lack of trying. There were a few occasions in the corridors where Lily would see Severus striding towards the foursome, only to have them climb through some tapestry on turn down a corridor. If she didn't know better, Lily would say that James and Sirius were trying to avoid another fight.
She thought about the memories that had (painfully) been etched into her mind. She remembered the music, the dancing, the laughter, the feeling of utter carelessness and dream that had enveloped her sub-conscious. Fire Whiskey, she thought bitterly. But most of all, she remembered feeling happy, and good which- if she thought about it, was a feeling she rarely had these days.
Perhaps it was merely the drink that had made her feel carefree and gleeful. Or perhaps it had been the presence of a certain black haired boy by her side.
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"Oh, hey Prongs. How are you this fine History of Magic class?" He asked, closing his eyes once more.
"Cut the pleasantries Padfoot, we have a problem." His voice was urgent and hissed.
"Already told you Prongs, I don't swing that way."
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