chapter 10.
A/N: thanx to Devonny Stratton, cuz w/out her i wouldn't b continuing this! now she knows what it feels like to b an acknowledged reviewer. how about u? got any ideas 4 me? =) ... and watch out for the end, it kind of scared me, too.
disclaimer: it's not mine, i'd wish it was, i'm not making money. heck, my isp is free! how low can you go, can you go down low?... Go Mr. C!!! LoL
Hours had passed. After Kat's little comment, James felt exasperated (for reasons one does not know of) and was asleep in a few seconds. Maybe it was the giggling.
Lily, Kat, and Sirius must have kept talking, getting louder and louder for some reason, because James woke up only an hour later. Yawning, he reprimanded his friends, who took nothing he said too seriously. "Go back to sleep, James," Sirius told him in a phony-adult voice.
"Gladly, sir." Faint snoring was heard a few minutes later.
Sirius stared at James. "I meant it as a joke."
"Guess he's in worse shape than I thought," Lily said quietly, more to herself than the others. They nodded anyhow.
While he slept, obviously, James dreamed of meeting with a fortune teller. Strangely, the fortune teller—Madam Jipsey, she so-cunningly called herself according to a business card that floated above her head—looked like someone he had seen before, he just could not pinpoint it. She had smooth hair that reached a few inches past her shoulders, her light blue eyes were fanned by full lashes (they did not look fake to James, but he was a guy after all), and she had a slight smirk on her face, but at first glance seemed like something illegal. She was wearing a sort of revealing top that streched around her torso like a tube and short skirt. Her legs were crossed and she had boots on that laced up to the end of her skirt. This registered as odd to James, but he was a guy and wasn't really into girls' clothes styles.
But then again, his surroundings themselves were odd enough, even compared to Jipsey.
He was in what seemed to be an open meadow, but upon trying to touch the grass he realized that he was sitting in some type of glass cube with Madam Jipsey. In front of him was a golf ball, hovering in midair between himself and the Madam. He was sitting on a three legged stool, which made him feel as if he were at a bar, and his feet were dangling beneath him. He was wearing his swim trunks—a pair of jet black shorts. He also had on a cap, something he had seen in a John Travolta movie that was called a 'baseball hat,' and it had a hugh H written on it in thick white script. He thought... H for Hogwarts? Hogsmeade? What could it stand for?
"So, James; having fun staring at me?"
"Pardon?" He looked up at the girl, who had just spoken to him. And just as suddenly, her hair was turning redder. And longer. Eyes greener. Boots shorter. Smirk wider. She looked like Lily. Except older.
"Yeah. You heard me. You can lose the whacked 'perfect-English-boy' thing. This isn't foreplay, stupid; we have like thirty seconds until Potions starts, and you know how Crazy Colandra feels about late Gryffindor students."
"Oh. Yeah." And he had thought the Potions professor—Yaleighna—was nice. Hmmm...
"Someone's not sure of himself. Feeling messed up or something? 'Cause this was your idea."
"What are you talking about?"
"This, you idiot!"
James had the feeling of opening his eyes, which seemed odd to him because they were already open. The room around him was dark, but he could make out someone in front of him. He felt himself get pushed on to a chair of some sort. Hot lips pressed against his own and someone's warm arms circled his neck.
He suddenly snapped back into reality, as the girl—Lily, he now realized—ran her tongue across his teeth. He dug his hands into her scalp and ran his fingers through her hair.
"So NOW you're sane again. Where were you for a minute there?" Lily asked, staring into his eyes.
"Just remembering the first time we met."
"Oh and that—" (the bell rang; she ignored it and kept speaking) "—weird dream you had after it?"
"Yeah. Good thing Voldemort didn't get us then, huh?"
"I can't believe he put them under the Imperius Curse and made Sirius and Kat stage that whole library thing."
"It was sick. And then, of course, we got caught trying to find out what was going on."
"Good old Dumbledore, eh? His last year as a Transfiguration teacher he realizes what's going on in Voldemort's head."
"And saves us from going into that fire Voldemort had magicked to make us fall into and get shipped off to Puerto Rico or who knows where." There were a few seconds of silence between them, in which they picked up their bookbags and fixed their disheveled robes.
"Why does Voldemort hate us so much anyway?" A genuinely concerned look crossed Lily's face for a moment, and James kissed her gently.
"Dunno."
"We must have something he wants."
"Hmmm."
"What?" She ran her finger across his chin.
"I'm just wondering. About what we could have that he wants."
"Maybe he was never loved as a child."
"Or now."
"So that's what we have that he doesn't."
"I knew putting off Potions was a good thing!"
"Oh, shut up, James!"
"Kidding, of course."
"But you're serious about the love thing?"
"Yeah."
"I think I get how you mean the whole love thing."
"Of course. At least it's been six years."
"Yeah."
They kissed for a minute and headed off to Potions.
i love the ending. its dumb, i know, but now you know what happened in the library. well, review anywho [nope, not a typo, lol]. talk l8r... aim me @ meshananotu.
A/N: thanx to Devonny Stratton, cuz w/out her i wouldn't b continuing this! now she knows what it feels like to b an acknowledged reviewer. how about u? got any ideas 4 me? =) ... and watch out for the end, it kind of scared me, too.
disclaimer: it's not mine, i'd wish it was, i'm not making money. heck, my isp is free! how low can you go, can you go down low?... Go Mr. C!!! LoL
Hours had passed. After Kat's little comment, James felt exasperated (for reasons one does not know of) and was asleep in a few seconds. Maybe it was the giggling.
Lily, Kat, and Sirius must have kept talking, getting louder and louder for some reason, because James woke up only an hour later. Yawning, he reprimanded his friends, who took nothing he said too seriously. "Go back to sleep, James," Sirius told him in a phony-adult voice.
"Gladly, sir." Faint snoring was heard a few minutes later.
Sirius stared at James. "I meant it as a joke."
"Guess he's in worse shape than I thought," Lily said quietly, more to herself than the others. They nodded anyhow.
While he slept, obviously, James dreamed of meeting with a fortune teller. Strangely, the fortune teller—Madam Jipsey, she so-cunningly called herself according to a business card that floated above her head—looked like someone he had seen before, he just could not pinpoint it. She had smooth hair that reached a few inches past her shoulders, her light blue eyes were fanned by full lashes (they did not look fake to James, but he was a guy after all), and she had a slight smirk on her face, but at first glance seemed like something illegal. She was wearing a sort of revealing top that streched around her torso like a tube and short skirt. Her legs were crossed and she had boots on that laced up to the end of her skirt. This registered as odd to James, but he was a guy and wasn't really into girls' clothes styles.
But then again, his surroundings themselves were odd enough, even compared to Jipsey.
He was in what seemed to be an open meadow, but upon trying to touch the grass he realized that he was sitting in some type of glass cube with Madam Jipsey. In front of him was a golf ball, hovering in midair between himself and the Madam. He was sitting on a three legged stool, which made him feel as if he were at a bar, and his feet were dangling beneath him. He was wearing his swim trunks—a pair of jet black shorts. He also had on a cap, something he had seen in a John Travolta movie that was called a 'baseball hat,' and it had a hugh H written on it in thick white script. He thought... H for Hogwarts? Hogsmeade? What could it stand for?
"So, James; having fun staring at me?"
"Pardon?" He looked up at the girl, who had just spoken to him. And just as suddenly, her hair was turning redder. And longer. Eyes greener. Boots shorter. Smirk wider. She looked like Lily. Except older.
"Yeah. You heard me. You can lose the whacked 'perfect-English-boy' thing. This isn't foreplay, stupid; we have like thirty seconds until Potions starts, and you know how Crazy Colandra feels about late Gryffindor students."
"Oh. Yeah." And he had thought the Potions professor—Yaleighna—was nice. Hmmm...
"Someone's not sure of himself. Feeling messed up or something? 'Cause this was your idea."
"What are you talking about?"
"This, you idiot!"
James had the feeling of opening his eyes, which seemed odd to him because they were already open. The room around him was dark, but he could make out someone in front of him. He felt himself get pushed on to a chair of some sort. Hot lips pressed against his own and someone's warm arms circled his neck.
He suddenly snapped back into reality, as the girl—Lily, he now realized—ran her tongue across his teeth. He dug his hands into her scalp and ran his fingers through her hair.
"So NOW you're sane again. Where were you for a minute there?" Lily asked, staring into his eyes.
"Just remembering the first time we met."
"Oh and that—" (the bell rang; she ignored it and kept speaking) "—weird dream you had after it?"
"Yeah. Good thing Voldemort didn't get us then, huh?"
"I can't believe he put them under the Imperius Curse and made Sirius and Kat stage that whole library thing."
"It was sick. And then, of course, we got caught trying to find out what was going on."
"Good old Dumbledore, eh? His last year as a Transfiguration teacher he realizes what's going on in Voldemort's head."
"And saves us from going into that fire Voldemort had magicked to make us fall into and get shipped off to Puerto Rico or who knows where." There were a few seconds of silence between them, in which they picked up their bookbags and fixed their disheveled robes.
"Why does Voldemort hate us so much anyway?" A genuinely concerned look crossed Lily's face for a moment, and James kissed her gently.
"Dunno."
"We must have something he wants."
"Hmmm."
"What?" She ran her finger across his chin.
"I'm just wondering. About what we could have that he wants."
"Maybe he was never loved as a child."
"Or now."
"So that's what we have that he doesn't."
"I knew putting off Potions was a good thing!"
"Oh, shut up, James!"
"Kidding, of course."
"But you're serious about the love thing?"
"Yeah."
"I think I get how you mean the whole love thing."
"Of course. At least it's been six years."
"Yeah."
They kissed for a minute and headed off to Potions.
i love the ending. its dumb, i know, but now you know what happened in the library. well, review anywho [nope, not a typo, lol]. talk l8r... aim me @ meshananotu.