Authors Note--- I totally had this chapter written forever ago, but for some reason fanfiction wouldn't let me upload it...? Oh well. It's just a filler chapter anywho.

Disclaimer- Don't own it.

The Aftermath of Playing Monopoly


Chapter 14- Resentful Chats
Thanks to cruel resentment and the urge to be better then her friend, Lily found herself making a beeline towards the Hufflepuff table at breakfast. Which was something Lily did not often do. She would often make a beeline for the toast at the Gryffindor table, and maybe even sometimes a beeline for the toast at the Ravenclaw table if Gryffindor happened to be out of toast that morning. From observations, she had found that the Hufflepuff's were rather protective of their toast, so she knew not to take it from them. The taking of toast from the Slytherin table would only result in much taunting and no toast.

Only true desperation could make her do what she was about to do- which didn't involve toast.

She halted in front of her target, audibly coughing so said target would acknowledge her.

"Ah yes! Lily Evans!" her target grinned warmly up at her, "the only person to get more O.W.L.S than me- but I'm sure your exams must have been easier."

The whole group around him laughed, as if on cue.

For this, she would have to force herself to swallow her pride. Her hate to lose just barley exceeded her hate of this being, but only just.

Lily clenched a smile, "Of course, that must be it Amos."

Amos Diggory- 7th year Hufflepuff pretty boy. He would boast about anything if you gave him the chance, and even if you didn't.

He obviously didn't sense the tension in her voice, "Well, we can just overlook it then. Why do you request my attention? Come to congradulate me on my Quidditch performance on Saturday? I admit, we weren't exactly up to standards, but of course, when I--"

"Actually" Lily interrupted before he could really get going, "I was wondering if you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me with weekend."

His eyes gleamed, causing her to gag slightly, "Naturally, many girls have already begged me to accompany the, but consider yourself lucky Lily Evans," as he ended with a very noticeable wink.

"Great," she winced, backing away from the table, ignoring the stares and the whispers and the perfectly buttered toast.

So Potter could go with Chelsea, and she could go with Amos and they would all be very happy with one another.

If Lily could only get over the urge to vomit she got whenever he spoke.

"Oh Alice! I hate him so much!" Lily wailed.

In response, Alice glared over the top of the current book she was reading, "So I've heard. Now will you please shut up so knowledge can enter my brain?"

Lily, in turn, grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved her face into it, emitting a pathetic whimpering sound, "He makes me want to skin my own liver."

"Er… what?"

"He makes me want to skin my own liver," she moaned again, dropping the pillow from her face, "or have my arms and legs sawed off and my eyeballs gouged out."

Alice wrinkled her nose, "What a lovely visual."

Lily hmphed extra loudly, "You're supposed to ask me why on earth I'm going with him!"

"Oh right." Her friend replied, placing her book gently beside her, figuring she would not get much reading done at this rate, "Why on earth are you going with him?"

"Because I'm bitter and resentful." She tended with an almost prideful smile.

"Kay." Alice put off, reaching for her book again.

Lily huffed, louder then before, "Aren't you going to ask me why I'm bitter and resentful?"

"No."

The door to the girls dorm swung open, revealing a flustered Chelsea trying to drag a large satchel of books through the entrance, "Who's butter and a raisin?"

"Lily," Alice said without even looking up, "Since when have you known the existence of books?"

"Since McGonagall told me she'd take away Hogsmeade trips from me unless I raise my marks," Chelsea muttered, heaving the bag onto her mattress.

Alice eyed Lily while speaking, "You're going with Potter, right?"

Any sign of upset on Chelsea's face disappeared, only to be replaced by a bright smile, "Yeah! He--"

"INDIGESTION!" Lily shouted suddenly, jumping up from her seat on the bed and heading out of the door.

"Wha..?" an utterly confused Chelsea turned from Alice, to the door, and back to Alice.

"Lily also has bowel movement problems. We don't like to talk about it."

"The way her hair frames her gentle face makes me go all weak," a highly lovestruck young boy professed, sprawled across his marauder bed in the marauder dorm in his marauder pajamas, "and when she smiles at me- I swear my heart does gymnastics."

"Gymnastics, eh?" a bored Sirius Black drawled, having heard this conversation a million and two times prior. "Yeah." The boy continued, "and don't get me started about that adorable way she nibbles at her dinner!"

"Don't worry, I wont."

Luckily for Sirius, the door to the dormitory burst open just in time, "Lets stop talking about Peter's new mouse and listen to me!"

James Potter situated himself on his bed, interrupting Peter Pettigrew who sat cuddling he new pet.

"The way her hair frames her gentle face makes me go all weak, "James began, legging out a sigh, "when she smiles at me- I swear my heart does jazzercise."

"Not gymnastics?" Sirius questioned.

James scoffed, "No. That would be stupid."

"Does she nibble her dinner adorably too?"

If she did or not, Sirius never found out- as he was cut off by one, Remus Lupin, who no one even knew was there with a much more intelligent response.

"Glad to see you're getting over your fantasy with Lily and going out with other girls. Good for you Prongs."

"Lily's overrated," Sirius agreed, "always so angry…"

Breaking his glazed expression, James stared at the boys, "What are you on about?"

Remus blinked, "The fact you're going to Hogsmeade with Chelsea."

"Oh yeah!" James exclaimed, "but only because she asked me and I'm trying not to talk Lily because she told me not to- but you guys should know I only have eyes for her!"

"Going with Chelsea, but liking Lily?" Sirius tried to put two and two together, but not fully understanding.

"It just doesn't fit!" Peter cried, almost strangling his poor mouse.

"Twisted Prongs…" sighed Remus, "very twisted."

Peter continued to stroke his pet, which was squeaking nervously, "Won't Lily get jealous?"

The lovestruck boy's eyes lit up once again, "Ah yes, Wormtail, that is my genius plan. You see, when Lily discovers that I am courting a girl that is not her, she'll be overcome with cruel resentment at the fact it appears I have moved on and given up, thus she will come back, begging me to offer her a second chance. I will graciously accept, and soon after we will get married."

"Or she'll just be disgusted you're going on a date with her roommate." Remus said, moving from his bed.

James cocked his head at him, "Lily? Never."

"Because we all know Lily is extremely under-standable and calm," scoffed Sirius, pushing his long hair out of his eyes.

"Exactly!" James cried, "and if I squint hard enough and imagine really hard, Chelsea kind of even looks like Lily!"

Sirius rolled over, hung his head upside down off the side of the bed and procedded to stare at all of the boys in turn, "So does Wormtail, now that you mention it. You could always snog him instead."

Peter looked highly affronted.

"I'm not snogging Peter, Padfoot."

Hesitantly, the door creaked open again and frightened Frank Longbottom peered inside, "Er… Lupin?"

"Yes Frank?" Remus glanced up, ignoring the others while the others ignored him.

"Are you saying Pete's not snoggable?" Sirius questioned.

Peter puffed out his chest, "I happen to be very snoggable!"

"Yes, I know Wormtail. But even if you do resemble Lily- I still don't want to snog you." James said slowly.

Frank's eyes darted from boy to boy, once again settling on Remus, "McGonnagall wants all the prefects in a meeting right now."

"Right" the werewolf replied, standing up.

"What about me?" Sirius continued, "Am I snogworthy?"

Peter uncertainly nodded, and James only huffed, "You're not Lily either!"

Sirius then turned to Remus as he joined Frank in the doorway, "Do you think I'm snog-a-licious, Moony?"

"Of course, Padfoot." Remus replied casually, ushering the now terrified Frank out of the room.

La la la. Another chapter done. Next chapter will be their dates in Hogsmeade, and I actually have a plan! Then they tie things together and such, and the STORY WILL BE OVER.

I think it needs to die anyways.

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