The Five Marauders, Year Five
Chapter 12
"You came."
"I promised I would," I said, slowly walking towards the guy who hurt me the most.
"I'm glad you did," Tony said sincerely, pushing away from the wall he was leaning again and coming out of the shadows.
The only thing about him that changed since I saw him in Diagon Alley was his hair. He no longer had the shoulder-length, elegant hair, but now had a spiky cut that gave him the 'bad-boy look'. It suited him.
"Please stop gawking at me," I asked, when I realised Tony was still looking me over.
"You changed," He stated, "You're actually wearing a skirt."
"Well yeah," I muttered, feeling slightly awkward with the fact that Tony was staring at my exposed legs slightly longer then I'd like him to, "I finally out-grew the tom boy look, and can you please stop staring at my legs?"
Tony looked up from my legs and into my face with a smile, "I like the new style. It suits you."
"Thanks."
"So where exactly are we going?"
Tony was leading me somewhere, but I didn't know where. We were in a slightly secluded part of Hogsmeade, but I wasn't worried. I had my wand hidden under my shirt, safely tucked in under my bra strap, and I knew enough charms, spells and curses to send the would-be-seventh-year onto Mars.
"A place I found in my time at Hogwarts," Tony replied, "It's just round the corner."
Tony led me to a small restaurant that, although small, looked pretty nice and cosy. It was similar to Madam Puddifoot's in the interior, except the furniture was a crème colour, not pink and red. It was also smaller and less popular.
A lady came, and we ordered our brunch.
"This place looks nice," I said when the silence became slightly uncomfortable.
"I guess it does," He replied, looking round, "There's not many people here, so it's easier to talk."
"And what do you want to talk about?" I asked, "Why did you even ask me to meet you? Why did you decide to write to me?"
"Because I missed you, Jamie."
"Yes, you told me that in every letter. But why did you want to see me? Do you need me for something?"
"No Jamie, I only wanted to see you."
I don't know why, but I believed him. I knew that Antony should be the last person I trust, but for some reason I had this feeling that he would not like to me. Maybe it was because when he looked at me, I almost felt the same feelings I felt when Sirius looked at me…
"Fair enough."
"So how's your life now that you're out of Hogwarts?" I wondered as we walked through Hogsmeade.
"Not the best, but I managed to get a job and a house," Tony replied.
"I'm sorry I got you expelled," I muttered slightly uncomfortably.
"It's alright Jay, I definitely deserved it."
"So where do you work?" I asked, changing the topic.
"I'm an assistant in Quidditch Supplies."
"That's awesome!" I said with wide eyes, "I wish I worked there!"
"Yeah, it is pretty cool," He grinned, "and that, plus my own savings, are enough to afford me my flat."
"So where abouts is your flat?" I wondered.
"Right in front of you," He said with his hot grin.
I furrowed my eyebrows and looked where he pointed.
It wasn't anything magnificent, but it was a fairly nice looking flat on the outskirts of hogsmeade, made out of some light stone.
"Nice," I said.
"Want to come in?" he asked.
"Um…" I wasn't too sure about being all alone with him in an enclosed room, "I'm going to have to head back in a minute. Maybe next time?"
"So there'll be a next time?" He grinned, not looking too upset about my refusal.
"I guess. I enjoyed hanging out with you."
"Well great," He said, a smile gracing his features, "I'll make sure to write to you."
"I'll make sure to write back," I smiled.
"See you soon then."
Before I left, I gave him a quick friendly hug.
"Where on earth were you?" Sirius asked as I slipped into the seat behind him. I managed to return to Hogwarts just in time for our first period after lunch, which happened to be potions.
"You were looking for me? Where was your girlfriend?" I asked rudely.
"I broke up with her, and answer my question."
"I wasn't feeling too well," I lied, fighting the smile that was threatening to split my face.
"But you weren't in the hospital wing or in your dorm," Sirius said, and I already had a reply to that forming in my head.
"I know. I went to the Room of Requirement instead, since no one would be there to annoy me."
"Fair enough," He said, and then lowered his voice, "We're also meeting in the RoR at eight today for you know what."
"According to the book we're almost ready," I whispered excitedly.
James, who was beside me, then elbowed me and indicated with his head to Remus who was sat beside Sirius.
"Don't talk about it near him," James whispered, loud enough for Sirius to hear.
"How are we going to get rid of him for later?" I asked.
"He's tutoring some second-years, so it won't be a problem," James replied.
"Mr Potter, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Slughorn asked, interrupting his lecture on the Polyjuice Potion.
"Just that I think Lily Evans is the hottest girl in the class and I want her to go out with me," James smirked a smirk that was practically screaming 'Arrogant Bastard'.
I looked at my red-head friend and saw her roll her eyes before saying, "You know it'll never happen, Potter."
"Oh come on Love, you know you want me," He winked.
"Mr Potter," Slughorn interrupted before Lily got a chance to reply (or hex him), "I do not think this is an appropriate topic for this class. Now, the dangers of using polyjuice potion…"
"You know if you keep acting this way she'll never go out with you," I heard Remus whisper to James, "If anything, she'll hate you even more."
"Oh come on, she'll give up after a while," James whispered back.
"You're wrong, Prongs," I joined in, "Lily considers it a game; you asks, she refuses. Your less stubborn then her, trust me. She won't be the first to give up."
"How do you know?" He challenged.
"I'm her best friend, mate. She tells me everything," I said.
"Really?" He asked, "And what does she say about me?"
"That you're the most arrogant, annoying and aggravating person she knows, and that's only the 'a' words. You're also a bastard, cunt, dunghead, exasperating, fu-"
"Ms White, would you like to teach the lesson?" Slughorn interrupted.
"Not really, sir. Teaching is the last thing I'd like to do," I grinned, knowing what I said wasn't necessarily true.
"Well then I suggest you start listening, because teaching is a difficult profession and you're only making my job harder."
"Sorry Professor," I sent him a sheepish grin, and he continued with his lesson.
"Now I see why he didn't invite you to his slug club," James whispered, "You make teachers so stressed you make them bald. Slug's already half way there."
I tried to keep the chuckle in so I wouldn't infuriate the usually calm professor any more, but Sirius and Peter didn't manage. Their snorts were so loud they got the attention of the whole class, including the professor.
"Alright, that's enough!" he finally snapped, "Time to split the five of you up."
"Sir, you know that no matter where you move me, I'll still be talking," I grinned. I just loved annoying teachers.
"The next step is detention," Slughorn warned, "Now, Mr Black, sit next to Miss Wild."
I clenched my teeth, realising that he would not only be sat between a Slytherin Bitch, Holly Wild, but Leila, who is flirting with him non-stop, even when he had a girlfriend.
"Mr Pettigrew, sit here next to Mr Longbottom, Miss White can sit next to Mr Toll. Mr Potter can swap with Miss Evans."
"Sir, I'm pretty sure that's an awful idea," I said as I moved to my assigned seat next to some Slytherin guy I've never really talked to.
"And why is that?" He asked, crossing his arms over his large belly.
"Just the fact that if James swaps with Lily, he'll be sat beside Snape and blood will flow," I grinned.
Of course, even the teachers knew about the rivalry between the two fifth-years.
"Why don't you swap with Mr Potter then," Slughorn ordered, "And do hurry up. I wish to get on with the lesson."
I collected my things once again and walked towards the black-haired Slytherin, passing by James on the way. I rolled my eyes when I heard him whisper "Good Luck" and sat down.
I didn't really bother to listen to what Slughorn was saying about the Polyjuice Potion, since I've already made it, or helped make it, in first-year. With the guy sat beside me, none the less.
Shortly saying, the rest of this class was boring.
