A/N- I am very sorry it has taken so long to update! I've just been busy I
guess I could say. I know, that's what they all say! Oh well. This one is
extra long though!
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In the following weeks, James Potter had really tried to be nice to Lily. She was still stubborn and prefect-ish with him, which didn't help one bit.
They were both in Charms class. To James, it was dreadfully boring; Transfiguration was his best subject. To Lily though, it was interesting and entertaining, but that was expected, since it was her finest subject.
Unfortunately however, James decided to sit right next to Lily.
"Lily, mind if I sit here?" James asked, trying his best to sound polite.
"Of course I mind!" Lily grumbled through her clenched teeth.
James sat down beside her, despite what she had said. He had only asked to be respectful, not really truthful.
Lily groaned. Why did he HAVE to sit there?
"Potter, what are you doing?" Asked Lily, who turned around in her seat to look, or glare more like, at James.
James grinned and said, "Sitting."
Lily rolled her eyes. Why was he so, social, and talkative with her lately? All of a sudden, he wanted to chat and sit with his "enemy". That wasn't normal.
"I know, but why here?" Lily said.
James shrugged.
"Because I want to, I suppose." He said. He gazed out of the window in the classroom. It was raining.
"Ah, don't you love rain?" He said calmly, as if Lily wasn't there, glaring at him with those dazzling green eyes. He turned to look at her. He would never admit that her look scared the living daylights out of him.
"As a matter of fact, Potter, I do. Now go sit somewhere else!" She said, indicating some empty seats.
"No. I like where I am right now. Smack next to you." James replied, looking back at the rain.
The rain was drizzling at the moment. It seemed to get gradually harder and harder as the moments passed. Now the sky was dark, almost black.
"Go away, Potter. I'm warning you." Lily growled.
"Of what? Hey, since that blasted professor isn't coming, I'm going to go out in the rain! Want to come?" James asked, waving his arm towards the window.
"Are you insane? The professor will be here any moment now!" Lily said harshly.
"Oh come on! Don't be such a spoilsport!" James pleaded.
"I am NOT a spoilsport! I came here for education, not playing!" Lily retorted, looking at the empty doorway.
James sighed. Lily was such a wet blanket! She did nothing outside of studying, or so he thought.
"Please come with me?" He asked, again.
"No." Lily said flatly.
"Fine, I'll go by myself." James said, getting up from his seat. He began to pack his sack, piling books on top of books into it.
"You can't go! The professor will be really mad. Plus, you'll get sick from the cold!" Lily said, looking at James, astonished that he was actually going to do this.
"So?" James questioned, walking away from the desk.
"Potter!" Lily said, severely.
James whirled around and said, "What? You want to come?"
She glared at him.
"Well, I guess I will, but on-" She started, but was interrupted by James' amazed words.
"You will?" He said, with his eyes open wide.
"-Only because I'm a prefect, and I can make up your excuse." Lily continued. She bent down, and packed her bag as well.
James gaped at her. Lily, the perfect, prefect Lily, going with HIM, James Potter, to go out in the rain?
"Well, lets go, before the PROFESSOR sees." Lily stated, grabbing James by the arm, leading him out the classroom, stunned to death.
~*~
James eyes widened as he opened the heavy oak doors in the Great Hall. Rain was pouring down in sheets, way more than he had expected.
He went outside and ran around. He twirled around and around until he was so dizzy that he fell down upon the wet grass.
Lily was watching from the castle doors, smiling. She didn't want to get wet, and she most certainly didn't want to be out there with Potter. That would make her look bad.
"Come on Lily!" James yelled.
"No way!" She shouted back.
James looked at her small figure. She was leaning against the doorframe, watching him, irritated. He WAS wasting her time, but then again, she didn't have to be there.
"Why not?" Asked James, who was striding towards her.
"Because."
"That's no reason! Come on, have fun!" James said pleadingly. Lily shook her head.
James walked up to her, dripping in rainwater, and tugged at her cloak's sleeve.
"Come on!" He begged. James wanted her to have FUN, not be so studious and stuck-up about books.
Lily crossed her arms. "No." She replied flatly.
He wouldn't have it. He took her hand and yanked her out the front entrance. She shrieked when cold rain streamed down her neck and arms. Lily just stood there, stared angrily at James, who was grinning.
"See? Not so bad!" He said.
Lily rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, right." She answered, clearly not amused.
James smirked and grabbed her hands, before she could retaliate. He twirled her around in circles until he couldn't hold her anymore, and dropped to the ground, Lily falling on top of him.
She groaned and rolled off of his stomach. She was so shaky that she couldn't even get up.
The two lay side-by-side, silent. The rain poured down onto them as they were trying to understand their thoughts. The sky was dark and the clouds covered all of the sky.
"Potter isn't so bad," Lily thought, a tad confused, "He's fun, but arrogant. What am I thinking? I hate him. Him and his stupid self!"
Meanwhile, James was considering his feelings for Lily. Did he actually like her? No, no, that was impossible! That wouldn't and happen. He had sworn to loath the girl. Not like.
Lily, who quickly noticing what she was doing, scrambled to her feet and said, "I have to go," and left, still feeling wobbly.
James sighed, discouraged. He wanted Lily to like him, at least as a friend. He must of scared her. But how?
He left as well, hurrying into the castle since he was going to be late for dinner.
****
Dinner was the usual affair. A few practical jokes on some people (A/N-it's not going to be all Snape pranks! Those get boring!), but not much else. Except for a few questions . . .
"Hey Prongsie! Where were you during class today?" Sirius Black asked, and then became suddenly interested in his potatoes when James gave him a glare that could seriously kill.
"That's MY business, not yours!" James snapped.
"Now, James, Padfoot is only asking where you were during an IMPORTANT class." Remus talked soothingly.
James raised an eyebrow.
"There was no class." He said.
"Yes! The professor was late, but there was still class," Sirius said, " But Flitwick WAS thirty minutes late." He added.
"Yeah! Then he asked where you were! I thought you had committed suicide!" Peter jumped in the conversation.
"Oy! Wormtail, really! I'm not DEAD! I haven't sunk that low." James laughed.
Peter blushed bright crimson, and went back to eating his meal.
"So, where WERE you? Along with Lily?" Sirius asked again.
"I'm not telling! But it was nothing-" James trailed off, looking for the correct word,"-nasty!"
The rest of the Marauders stared at him skeptically.
"Oh come on! Believe me!" James pleaded.
"We shall not believe you until we have PROOF!" Sirius stated dramatically.
****
Lily and Ron were eating their supper at the far end of the Gryffindor table.
"Lily? Can I ask you something?" A male voice asked pleasantly.
Lily and her best friend looked up to see Sirius Black, with James, Remus and Peter behind him. James was just glaring at the back of Sirius' head.
"Yeah. Go ahead." Lily said, uncertain where this was going.
"Where were you during Charms class?" He inquired with a grin.
Lily frowned at him.
"Thinking dirty thoughts, are you Black?" She said, smiling innocently.
"Yep! Now tell Brilliant Sirius where you were!" Sirius answered, waving a finger in her face.
Tucking a glimmering strand of red hair behind her ear, Lily shot James a questioning glance. He shrugged.
"Well, I was-I was, uh, preventing Potter from playing a prank on-on Lucinda Blast." Lily stuttered, gazing carefully at Sirius' facial expression.
Sirius seemed to have bought the lie.
"Oh, all right!" He said, disappointed, but turned away and walked off to a giggling group of girls.
The rest of the Marauders said their farewells and headed off into another direction.
Lily sighed. What was that about? Why would they care about where she was during her favorite subject's class?
Ron's words broke into her thoughts.
"So," Ron said, grinning widely, "Were you telling the truth?"
"N-yeah. I was actually." Lily stammered.
"Uh-huh. Right." Ron said doubtfully, stabbing a meatball with her fork.
"What?" Whined Lily.
"Well, lets just say, it wasn't too convincing." Ron said simply.
Lily remained silent. Why didn't she just tell the truth?
****
"Man, I'm not even going to ATTEMPT to read this thing." James said to Sirius, holding up a huge book.
James Potter and Sirius Black were sitting in the Library, making an effort to finish the homework.
"Well, I wouldn't either. But I don't have to! I didn't pick that class just to be next to Ella Fleckenstein." Sirius laughed, flipping through pages in a book called "Metamorphoses of Cats".
James stuck his tongue out. It was true; he had picked Divination just to be next to Ella, the dazzling brunette. She had no idea, of course, that James had a crush on her since a long time. Ella was just a lovely, quiet young lady who kept to herself, or so the boys thought. Maybe the guys would change their minds when they saw how nasty and temperamental the girl could really be.
James skimmed through the gigantic volume, about fifty pages at a time.
"Look! I read it all!" He announced five minutes later.
"Yeah, right, Prongs." Remus said from behind them. He sat himself into an empty seat next to his friend.
James shrugged.
"So?"
"Well, not to useful, is it?" Remus replied, grabbing his own work.
"You think I care?" James asked.
"No, but still." Remus said, not looking up from his book.
"I'm not even going to TRY to read about palm reading. I can just imagine what the book would say. Step number one: look at hand. Step two: see lines. Step three: look at lines. ugh! Its dreadful!" James exclaimed.
Sirius laughed.
"Yeah, and that old loony would give you tea leaves instead of a hand!" He chuckled.
It was James' turn to snicker.
"That's right! And then th-" He began to say, but was interrupted.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JAMES POTTER!" A furious voice shouted in right beside James.
Lily Evans was standing there, fuming and enraged. Her red hair fell in front of her radiant green eyes, and her normally calm and sophisticated face was looking so aggravated that James gulped.
"Wh-what?" He asked, failing to be composed.
Lily approached him, shoving a finger into his chest. He shrunk back in his chair.
"YOU! I can't BELIEVE you at all!" She raged, making James swallow uncertainly.
"Ah-well, you never believed me." James stuttered apprehensively.
"Don't joke, Potter! You know what you did! So fix it!" Lily shouted at his face.
James had no idea what Lily was talking about. He started to get mad. She blamed something on him, something that he didn't do. The worst he had done today was, well, put Zonko's Dungbombs in Severus Snape's socks. But that was all.
" I didn't DO anything, Evans! What are you going on about?" He asked, gaining some confidence.
"You know what you did! Stop trying to cover it up by giving a whole bunch of-" Lily started.
"I didn't do anything! You stop! Not me! Why do you always blame everything on me? Why?" James retorted.
"You did too!" Lily glared.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!
"Yes, you did!"
"NO I DIDN'T!"
"YES YOU DID!"
"Shut UP you guys!" Ron's voice whispered urgently.
"Yeah, we're in a library!" Sirius added.
James and Lily looked over at Madame Shelfa who was glaring at them through slitted eyes. James grinned.
"I did not do ANYTHING." He whispered in Lily's ear.
"Did too!" She muttered back.
The Marauders and Ron rolled their eyes. Those two would never stop.
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A/N-okay! That took awhile! Boohoo! PLEASE REVIEW! If your really bored, can you read my other story? Im just ssssooooo happy when I get reviews and comments. Then I know someone has read it at least.
THANKZ,
~carm~
Many many thankz to:
~Jennifleur-thanx! Enjoy!
~Abarraine-im so glad you like it! Thanx!
~Pencil Scrapings-wow, that's cool dude! Hahaha! Do your history assignment? Enjoy!
Thank you everyone!
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In the following weeks, James Potter had really tried to be nice to Lily. She was still stubborn and prefect-ish with him, which didn't help one bit.
They were both in Charms class. To James, it was dreadfully boring; Transfiguration was his best subject. To Lily though, it was interesting and entertaining, but that was expected, since it was her finest subject.
Unfortunately however, James decided to sit right next to Lily.
"Lily, mind if I sit here?" James asked, trying his best to sound polite.
"Of course I mind!" Lily grumbled through her clenched teeth.
James sat down beside her, despite what she had said. He had only asked to be respectful, not really truthful.
Lily groaned. Why did he HAVE to sit there?
"Potter, what are you doing?" Asked Lily, who turned around in her seat to look, or glare more like, at James.
James grinned and said, "Sitting."
Lily rolled her eyes. Why was he so, social, and talkative with her lately? All of a sudden, he wanted to chat and sit with his "enemy". That wasn't normal.
"I know, but why here?" Lily said.
James shrugged.
"Because I want to, I suppose." He said. He gazed out of the window in the classroom. It was raining.
"Ah, don't you love rain?" He said calmly, as if Lily wasn't there, glaring at him with those dazzling green eyes. He turned to look at her. He would never admit that her look scared the living daylights out of him.
"As a matter of fact, Potter, I do. Now go sit somewhere else!" She said, indicating some empty seats.
"No. I like where I am right now. Smack next to you." James replied, looking back at the rain.
The rain was drizzling at the moment. It seemed to get gradually harder and harder as the moments passed. Now the sky was dark, almost black.
"Go away, Potter. I'm warning you." Lily growled.
"Of what? Hey, since that blasted professor isn't coming, I'm going to go out in the rain! Want to come?" James asked, waving his arm towards the window.
"Are you insane? The professor will be here any moment now!" Lily said harshly.
"Oh come on! Don't be such a spoilsport!" James pleaded.
"I am NOT a spoilsport! I came here for education, not playing!" Lily retorted, looking at the empty doorway.
James sighed. Lily was such a wet blanket! She did nothing outside of studying, or so he thought.
"Please come with me?" He asked, again.
"No." Lily said flatly.
"Fine, I'll go by myself." James said, getting up from his seat. He began to pack his sack, piling books on top of books into it.
"You can't go! The professor will be really mad. Plus, you'll get sick from the cold!" Lily said, looking at James, astonished that he was actually going to do this.
"So?" James questioned, walking away from the desk.
"Potter!" Lily said, severely.
James whirled around and said, "What? You want to come?"
She glared at him.
"Well, I guess I will, but on-" She started, but was interrupted by James' amazed words.
"You will?" He said, with his eyes open wide.
"-Only because I'm a prefect, and I can make up your excuse." Lily continued. She bent down, and packed her bag as well.
James gaped at her. Lily, the perfect, prefect Lily, going with HIM, James Potter, to go out in the rain?
"Well, lets go, before the PROFESSOR sees." Lily stated, grabbing James by the arm, leading him out the classroom, stunned to death.
~*~
James eyes widened as he opened the heavy oak doors in the Great Hall. Rain was pouring down in sheets, way more than he had expected.
He went outside and ran around. He twirled around and around until he was so dizzy that he fell down upon the wet grass.
Lily was watching from the castle doors, smiling. She didn't want to get wet, and she most certainly didn't want to be out there with Potter. That would make her look bad.
"Come on Lily!" James yelled.
"No way!" She shouted back.
James looked at her small figure. She was leaning against the doorframe, watching him, irritated. He WAS wasting her time, but then again, she didn't have to be there.
"Why not?" Asked James, who was striding towards her.
"Because."
"That's no reason! Come on, have fun!" James said pleadingly. Lily shook her head.
James walked up to her, dripping in rainwater, and tugged at her cloak's sleeve.
"Come on!" He begged. James wanted her to have FUN, not be so studious and stuck-up about books.
Lily crossed her arms. "No." She replied flatly.
He wouldn't have it. He took her hand and yanked her out the front entrance. She shrieked when cold rain streamed down her neck and arms. Lily just stood there, stared angrily at James, who was grinning.
"See? Not so bad!" He said.
Lily rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, right." She answered, clearly not amused.
James smirked and grabbed her hands, before she could retaliate. He twirled her around in circles until he couldn't hold her anymore, and dropped to the ground, Lily falling on top of him.
She groaned and rolled off of his stomach. She was so shaky that she couldn't even get up.
The two lay side-by-side, silent. The rain poured down onto them as they were trying to understand their thoughts. The sky was dark and the clouds covered all of the sky.
"Potter isn't so bad," Lily thought, a tad confused, "He's fun, but arrogant. What am I thinking? I hate him. Him and his stupid self!"
Meanwhile, James was considering his feelings for Lily. Did he actually like her? No, no, that was impossible! That wouldn't and happen. He had sworn to loath the girl. Not like.
Lily, who quickly noticing what she was doing, scrambled to her feet and said, "I have to go," and left, still feeling wobbly.
James sighed, discouraged. He wanted Lily to like him, at least as a friend. He must of scared her. But how?
He left as well, hurrying into the castle since he was going to be late for dinner.
****
Dinner was the usual affair. A few practical jokes on some people (A/N-it's not going to be all Snape pranks! Those get boring!), but not much else. Except for a few questions . . .
"Hey Prongsie! Where were you during class today?" Sirius Black asked, and then became suddenly interested in his potatoes when James gave him a glare that could seriously kill.
"That's MY business, not yours!" James snapped.
"Now, James, Padfoot is only asking where you were during an IMPORTANT class." Remus talked soothingly.
James raised an eyebrow.
"There was no class." He said.
"Yes! The professor was late, but there was still class," Sirius said, " But Flitwick WAS thirty minutes late." He added.
"Yeah! Then he asked where you were! I thought you had committed suicide!" Peter jumped in the conversation.
"Oy! Wormtail, really! I'm not DEAD! I haven't sunk that low." James laughed.
Peter blushed bright crimson, and went back to eating his meal.
"So, where WERE you? Along with Lily?" Sirius asked again.
"I'm not telling! But it was nothing-" James trailed off, looking for the correct word,"-nasty!"
The rest of the Marauders stared at him skeptically.
"Oh come on! Believe me!" James pleaded.
"We shall not believe you until we have PROOF!" Sirius stated dramatically.
****
Lily and Ron were eating their supper at the far end of the Gryffindor table.
"Lily? Can I ask you something?" A male voice asked pleasantly.
Lily and her best friend looked up to see Sirius Black, with James, Remus and Peter behind him. James was just glaring at the back of Sirius' head.
"Yeah. Go ahead." Lily said, uncertain where this was going.
"Where were you during Charms class?" He inquired with a grin.
Lily frowned at him.
"Thinking dirty thoughts, are you Black?" She said, smiling innocently.
"Yep! Now tell Brilliant Sirius where you were!" Sirius answered, waving a finger in her face.
Tucking a glimmering strand of red hair behind her ear, Lily shot James a questioning glance. He shrugged.
"Well, I was-I was, uh, preventing Potter from playing a prank on-on Lucinda Blast." Lily stuttered, gazing carefully at Sirius' facial expression.
Sirius seemed to have bought the lie.
"Oh, all right!" He said, disappointed, but turned away and walked off to a giggling group of girls.
The rest of the Marauders said their farewells and headed off into another direction.
Lily sighed. What was that about? Why would they care about where she was during her favorite subject's class?
Ron's words broke into her thoughts.
"So," Ron said, grinning widely, "Were you telling the truth?"
"N-yeah. I was actually." Lily stammered.
"Uh-huh. Right." Ron said doubtfully, stabbing a meatball with her fork.
"What?" Whined Lily.
"Well, lets just say, it wasn't too convincing." Ron said simply.
Lily remained silent. Why didn't she just tell the truth?
****
"Man, I'm not even going to ATTEMPT to read this thing." James said to Sirius, holding up a huge book.
James Potter and Sirius Black were sitting in the Library, making an effort to finish the homework.
"Well, I wouldn't either. But I don't have to! I didn't pick that class just to be next to Ella Fleckenstein." Sirius laughed, flipping through pages in a book called "Metamorphoses of Cats".
James stuck his tongue out. It was true; he had picked Divination just to be next to Ella, the dazzling brunette. She had no idea, of course, that James had a crush on her since a long time. Ella was just a lovely, quiet young lady who kept to herself, or so the boys thought. Maybe the guys would change their minds when they saw how nasty and temperamental the girl could really be.
James skimmed through the gigantic volume, about fifty pages at a time.
"Look! I read it all!" He announced five minutes later.
"Yeah, right, Prongs." Remus said from behind them. He sat himself into an empty seat next to his friend.
James shrugged.
"So?"
"Well, not to useful, is it?" Remus replied, grabbing his own work.
"You think I care?" James asked.
"No, but still." Remus said, not looking up from his book.
"I'm not even going to TRY to read about palm reading. I can just imagine what the book would say. Step number one: look at hand. Step two: see lines. Step three: look at lines. ugh! Its dreadful!" James exclaimed.
Sirius laughed.
"Yeah, and that old loony would give you tea leaves instead of a hand!" He chuckled.
It was James' turn to snicker.
"That's right! And then th-" He began to say, but was interrupted.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JAMES POTTER!" A furious voice shouted in right beside James.
Lily Evans was standing there, fuming and enraged. Her red hair fell in front of her radiant green eyes, and her normally calm and sophisticated face was looking so aggravated that James gulped.
"Wh-what?" He asked, failing to be composed.
Lily approached him, shoving a finger into his chest. He shrunk back in his chair.
"YOU! I can't BELIEVE you at all!" She raged, making James swallow uncertainly.
"Ah-well, you never believed me." James stuttered apprehensively.
"Don't joke, Potter! You know what you did! So fix it!" Lily shouted at his face.
James had no idea what Lily was talking about. He started to get mad. She blamed something on him, something that he didn't do. The worst he had done today was, well, put Zonko's Dungbombs in Severus Snape's socks. But that was all.
" I didn't DO anything, Evans! What are you going on about?" He asked, gaining some confidence.
"You know what you did! Stop trying to cover it up by giving a whole bunch of-" Lily started.
"I didn't do anything! You stop! Not me! Why do you always blame everything on me? Why?" James retorted.
"You did too!" Lily glared.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!
"Yes, you did!"
"NO I DIDN'T!"
"YES YOU DID!"
"Shut UP you guys!" Ron's voice whispered urgently.
"Yeah, we're in a library!" Sirius added.
James and Lily looked over at Madame Shelfa who was glaring at them through slitted eyes. James grinned.
"I did not do ANYTHING." He whispered in Lily's ear.
"Did too!" She muttered back.
The Marauders and Ron rolled their eyes. Those two would never stop.
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A/N-okay! That took awhile! Boohoo! PLEASE REVIEW! If your really bored, can you read my other story? Im just ssssooooo happy when I get reviews and comments. Then I know someone has read it at least.
THANKZ,
~carm~