Author's note: I'm sorry about the crapness of the last chapter and I know that under normal circumstances James probably wouldn't have been out with someone else only two months after breaking up with someone that he had loved but you know the story was getting a little bit dull so my fingers decided to liven it up a bit. Ok that sounds soooo bad but on with the story anyway!
Disclaimer: Characters like James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, etc belong to J.K Rowling and other characters, such as Phoebe, Tara and Alyson, are miiiiiiiiiiiiine. As is the plot. : )
Lily ran. She didn't know where exactly she was running to. Just away. She ran all the way up the way to Honeydukes, in the window and up the muddy hill leading to the one-eyed witch. She didn't stop running until she reached the head girl and boy's private bathroom, where she sank onto the floor and leaned her head against the bath. She hit the side of the bath, angrily, as the tears began to fall. She wiped them away, angrily. Why should she sit here crying when he was most probably still in Hogsmeade with his slut? She shouldn't feel this way. She got up and wiped away the last of her tears, determined to get back at James or die trying. Storming out the door she didn't notice the tall dark-haired youth coming towards her and crashed into him. James. She whispered his name, as she looked at him. She pushed him out of the way and kept walking.
"Lily," he called after her. "Lily?" She just kept right on walking. "Lily?" he called one last time, just before she disappeared into the darkness. What have you done James? He asked himself, silently.
"Lily?" Mc Gonagall called her up to her desk, after a thoroughly grueling class. Lily went.
"I know I wasn't concentrating properly, Professor," she began before Mc Gonagall could open her mouth. "But I promise I'll be better next time." She looked pleadingly up at the Professor, who smiled.
"That's not what I wanted to talk to you about Lily. Professor Dumbledore wants to see both you and Mr. Potter in his office this evening." Lily nodded. "Could you inform James?" Lily nodded again, rolling her eyes, inwardly.
"Thank you Professor," she said, slipping out of the room. That evening she approached James for the first time in a little less than a week.
"Hi Lily," James smiled, almost pleadingly at her. Lily smiled, coolly, at him.
"Meeting tonight in Dumbledore's office. Eight o clock. Password is Butter nuggets. Don't be late." And with that she strolled over to the portrait hole and climbed out. James sighed, sadly, as he looked after her.
"Hey Lil," he said, as they waited in Dumbledore's office for the headmaster to arrive.
"James." She nodded at him and continued to glance around the room, in fascination.
"Sorry I'm late." Dumbledore breezed into the room. "Have a seat." He drew up two chairs, with his wand, and pulled them out of thin air. They clattered to the ground. Lily, immediately, pulled hers as far away as possible from James and seated herself, crossing her legs. James glanced, sorrowfully at her, before, also, seating himself and turning his full attention to Dumbledore. "Now as you both know, Christmas is approaching rapidly, and some of the students have begged me to hold a ball, and I, being the soft-hearted creature I am (his eyes twinkled at this and his mouth curled into a smile) could not refuse. Now it is your duty, as head boy and girl to arrange the whole thing. The two of you and your selective partners will dance the first dance but the rest is up to you. I believe you have about a month and a half to organize it. It will be held on Christmas Eve." James nodded, as did Lily, looking pained at the thought of working with James on this thing.
"So, a dance, eh?" James said, when they stood outside the door.
"Well done," snapped Lily. "You noticed." James ignored her outburst, though he was groaning inside.
"So who are you going to take?" he queried.
"I don't know, Potter," Lily answered. "And even if I did it'd be none of your business. I suppose you'll be taking your latest slut, eh?" she snarled and began to storm away.
"Lily what is UP with you?" James asked, in amazement, pulling her back to him.
"Nothing," she said, quite nicely. TOO nicely. "Except for the fact that we've barely broken up and you're all over someone else already," she said, coolly.
"Hey," James protested. "That's not exactly my fault." Lily rolled her eyes. "I'm not the one who broke up with you and you know it so theres no point in coming up to me and roaring at me over this, that and the other when I'm trying to get on with my life." They stood glaring at each other.
"Fine," Lily said, shortly. She walked away. James stared after her. He would never figure out this girl, even if he lived to be a thousand, so why was he still so attracted to her?
"James." Lily approached him the next day. "We have to organize this ball thing," she said, breezily. "Half eight in the library?" She waited for him to nod before walking away. James watched her retreating back, wanting nothing more than to jump up, run after her and wrap his arms around her waist and never let go of her again.
"James stop staring at Lily's ass! Snap out of it boy!" Sirius exclaimed. James shook his head and gave Sirius a wry glance.
"Haha Sirius," he snapped, letting his head drop into his arms. "What the hell am I going to do?" he mumbled.
"You're late," snapped Lily, when James finally showed up at twenty to nine, all of 10 minutes late.
"I was busy," he replied, trying desperately to convince himself he wasn't crazy for this girl.
"Doing what - screwing your slut?" She cocked her head to one side and smiled, sweetly.
"Enough, Lily," James shouted. "Enough. I'm sick of your constant snide remarks. Screw this and screw you." He stood up and began to storm away. Lily followed him and grabbed his arm with one hand. He shook it off.
"You're right, James," she shouted after his back. He turned around.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"You're right," she repeated, regaining her composure. She gave him a half smile. "I'm sorry," she said, quietly. James walked back to her and stood in front of her. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Are you?" he asked. She nodded and took a deep breath.
"I guess I was just jealous," she admitted. "Because I still really like you and I just didn't want to…to lose you." She looked down at her feet. He took her chin in his hand.
"You will NEVER lose me Lily," he told her, looking her straight in the eye. "I promise. The only way you could do that is by acting like an idiot the way you have been lately." She nodded and swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat. James leaned down and kissed her on the lips, in a sort of…brotherly manner. "Lily," he said, holding her hands in his. "If I can't be with you I want to be friends with you. Could we try that, huh?" Lily looked up at him and nodded.
"Of course," she replied, hoarsely. "I AM sorry I've been acting so childish lately. I don't know what got into me." She hugged him.
"So what do you say we go organize this ball?" James suggested. Lily nodded and followed him to the library, letting out a deep breath she didn't know she had been holding.
Two hours, hundreds of sheets of parchment, two pairs of ink-stained hands and several boxes of Bertie Botts every flavour beans later Lily and James had completed about 2 tenths of their preparation for the ball.
"Oh my God I didn't think being head girl would involve so much work," gasped Lily as she stumbled out of the library. "I thought it was one of those cushy jobs. You know ordering around the lesser mortals?" James laughed.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Ms. Evans," he said. "Being head girl isn't all its cracked up to be."
"Well all I can say is all our planning and preparation better be worth it."
"Oh believe me, it will," James said softly. "I have a feeling this will be a night to remember," he told her before sauntering away. Lily turned to go to her dorm, not quite understanding where her sudden inability to breathe had come from.
The next day Lily lay in her bed, twirling strands of her fiery hair around and around. Why was it that when James was around she couldn't breath, much less think? Why did he have that effect on her that so few boys possessed? And why was it that the one boy who DID possess it was off-limits. A sharp knock at the door broke Lily's train of thought.
"Come in," she called, pulling the blanket up around her. James poked his head around the door and peered into the, almost deserted, dormitory. Lily beckoned him to come over.
"Hey Lils," he said, strolling over to the side of her bed and sitting down on the edge. He looked at her. "What are you doing still in bed at a quarter past twelve on a Saturday morning? Did you forget we have a ball to plan? Where is everyone anyway?" he finished his string of questions with a charming smile, which made Lily go weak at the knees. Just as well she was lying down! She propped herself up on her elbow.
"I'm thinking," she answered softly. "And NO I didn't forget we have a ball to plan! And I haven't the foggiest where the others are," she finished, hopping out of bed, blanket still around her. James hooked the corner of the blanket with his thumb and it tumbled to the ground leaving Lily with nothing covering her other than her short, sleeveless nightdress. James grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, roughly.
"James don't do this." Lily giggled nervously.
"Do what?" he growled. "This?" He leaned down and kissed her, hard. Lily couldn't fight it and what was more she didn't want to. She melted into his body, feeling, once again, as if she belonged there.
"Exactly that," she said, weakly, when James let go of her. She stared at him.
"I'm sorry, Lily." James started apologizing, profusely.
"Damn it, James!" swore Lily, stamping her foot. "Why are you doing this? I'm TRYING to get over you but your not making it very easy for me." She glared at him.
"I'm not trying to," James whispered, breathing kisses onto her bare shoulders.
"Enough James. I have to fight this," Lily said, letting her "sensible" half take over and manage to push him away. She pulled on some clothes. "Let's just go to the common room and plan this ball, ok?" she demanded. He nodded and followed her down, smiling, almost wolfishly, behind her back. He was willing to do anything to get the girl he loved back and if it included teasing her, like he was, so be it!
Author's note: Ooh looks like James is getting pretty desperate! Bless him! Ok I have a feeling this story isn't going to be finished half as quickly as I had originally planned! Ah well. Read and review and keep me happy.
Disclaimer: Characters like James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, etc belong to J.K Rowling and other characters, such as Phoebe, Tara and Alyson, are miiiiiiiiiiiiine. As is the plot. : )
Lily ran. She didn't know where exactly she was running to. Just away. She ran all the way up the way to Honeydukes, in the window and up the muddy hill leading to the one-eyed witch. She didn't stop running until she reached the head girl and boy's private bathroom, where she sank onto the floor and leaned her head against the bath. She hit the side of the bath, angrily, as the tears began to fall. She wiped them away, angrily. Why should she sit here crying when he was most probably still in Hogsmeade with his slut? She shouldn't feel this way. She got up and wiped away the last of her tears, determined to get back at James or die trying. Storming out the door she didn't notice the tall dark-haired youth coming towards her and crashed into him. James. She whispered his name, as she looked at him. She pushed him out of the way and kept walking.
"Lily," he called after her. "Lily?" She just kept right on walking. "Lily?" he called one last time, just before she disappeared into the darkness. What have you done James? He asked himself, silently.
"Lily?" Mc Gonagall called her up to her desk, after a thoroughly grueling class. Lily went.
"I know I wasn't concentrating properly, Professor," she began before Mc Gonagall could open her mouth. "But I promise I'll be better next time." She looked pleadingly up at the Professor, who smiled.
"That's not what I wanted to talk to you about Lily. Professor Dumbledore wants to see both you and Mr. Potter in his office this evening." Lily nodded. "Could you inform James?" Lily nodded again, rolling her eyes, inwardly.
"Thank you Professor," she said, slipping out of the room. That evening she approached James for the first time in a little less than a week.
"Hi Lily," James smiled, almost pleadingly at her. Lily smiled, coolly, at him.
"Meeting tonight in Dumbledore's office. Eight o clock. Password is Butter nuggets. Don't be late." And with that she strolled over to the portrait hole and climbed out. James sighed, sadly, as he looked after her.
"Hey Lil," he said, as they waited in Dumbledore's office for the headmaster to arrive.
"James." She nodded at him and continued to glance around the room, in fascination.
"Sorry I'm late." Dumbledore breezed into the room. "Have a seat." He drew up two chairs, with his wand, and pulled them out of thin air. They clattered to the ground. Lily, immediately, pulled hers as far away as possible from James and seated herself, crossing her legs. James glanced, sorrowfully at her, before, also, seating himself and turning his full attention to Dumbledore. "Now as you both know, Christmas is approaching rapidly, and some of the students have begged me to hold a ball, and I, being the soft-hearted creature I am (his eyes twinkled at this and his mouth curled into a smile) could not refuse. Now it is your duty, as head boy and girl to arrange the whole thing. The two of you and your selective partners will dance the first dance but the rest is up to you. I believe you have about a month and a half to organize it. It will be held on Christmas Eve." James nodded, as did Lily, looking pained at the thought of working with James on this thing.
"So, a dance, eh?" James said, when they stood outside the door.
"Well done," snapped Lily. "You noticed." James ignored her outburst, though he was groaning inside.
"So who are you going to take?" he queried.
"I don't know, Potter," Lily answered. "And even if I did it'd be none of your business. I suppose you'll be taking your latest slut, eh?" she snarled and began to storm away.
"Lily what is UP with you?" James asked, in amazement, pulling her back to him.
"Nothing," she said, quite nicely. TOO nicely. "Except for the fact that we've barely broken up and you're all over someone else already," she said, coolly.
"Hey," James protested. "That's not exactly my fault." Lily rolled her eyes. "I'm not the one who broke up with you and you know it so theres no point in coming up to me and roaring at me over this, that and the other when I'm trying to get on with my life." They stood glaring at each other.
"Fine," Lily said, shortly. She walked away. James stared after her. He would never figure out this girl, even if he lived to be a thousand, so why was he still so attracted to her?
"James." Lily approached him the next day. "We have to organize this ball thing," she said, breezily. "Half eight in the library?" She waited for him to nod before walking away. James watched her retreating back, wanting nothing more than to jump up, run after her and wrap his arms around her waist and never let go of her again.
"James stop staring at Lily's ass! Snap out of it boy!" Sirius exclaimed. James shook his head and gave Sirius a wry glance.
"Haha Sirius," he snapped, letting his head drop into his arms. "What the hell am I going to do?" he mumbled.
"You're late," snapped Lily, when James finally showed up at twenty to nine, all of 10 minutes late.
"I was busy," he replied, trying desperately to convince himself he wasn't crazy for this girl.
"Doing what - screwing your slut?" She cocked her head to one side and smiled, sweetly.
"Enough, Lily," James shouted. "Enough. I'm sick of your constant snide remarks. Screw this and screw you." He stood up and began to storm away. Lily followed him and grabbed his arm with one hand. He shook it off.
"You're right, James," she shouted after his back. He turned around.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"You're right," she repeated, regaining her composure. She gave him a half smile. "I'm sorry," she said, quietly. James walked back to her and stood in front of her. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Are you?" he asked. She nodded and took a deep breath.
"I guess I was just jealous," she admitted. "Because I still really like you and I just didn't want to…to lose you." She looked down at her feet. He took her chin in his hand.
"You will NEVER lose me Lily," he told her, looking her straight in the eye. "I promise. The only way you could do that is by acting like an idiot the way you have been lately." She nodded and swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat. James leaned down and kissed her on the lips, in a sort of…brotherly manner. "Lily," he said, holding her hands in his. "If I can't be with you I want to be friends with you. Could we try that, huh?" Lily looked up at him and nodded.
"Of course," she replied, hoarsely. "I AM sorry I've been acting so childish lately. I don't know what got into me." She hugged him.
"So what do you say we go organize this ball?" James suggested. Lily nodded and followed him to the library, letting out a deep breath she didn't know she had been holding.
Two hours, hundreds of sheets of parchment, two pairs of ink-stained hands and several boxes of Bertie Botts every flavour beans later Lily and James had completed about 2 tenths of their preparation for the ball.
"Oh my God I didn't think being head girl would involve so much work," gasped Lily as she stumbled out of the library. "I thought it was one of those cushy jobs. You know ordering around the lesser mortals?" James laughed.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Ms. Evans," he said. "Being head girl isn't all its cracked up to be."
"Well all I can say is all our planning and preparation better be worth it."
"Oh believe me, it will," James said softly. "I have a feeling this will be a night to remember," he told her before sauntering away. Lily turned to go to her dorm, not quite understanding where her sudden inability to breathe had come from.
The next day Lily lay in her bed, twirling strands of her fiery hair around and around. Why was it that when James was around she couldn't breath, much less think? Why did he have that effect on her that so few boys possessed? And why was it that the one boy who DID possess it was off-limits. A sharp knock at the door broke Lily's train of thought.
"Come in," she called, pulling the blanket up around her. James poked his head around the door and peered into the, almost deserted, dormitory. Lily beckoned him to come over.
"Hey Lils," he said, strolling over to the side of her bed and sitting down on the edge. He looked at her. "What are you doing still in bed at a quarter past twelve on a Saturday morning? Did you forget we have a ball to plan? Where is everyone anyway?" he finished his string of questions with a charming smile, which made Lily go weak at the knees. Just as well she was lying down! She propped herself up on her elbow.
"I'm thinking," she answered softly. "And NO I didn't forget we have a ball to plan! And I haven't the foggiest where the others are," she finished, hopping out of bed, blanket still around her. James hooked the corner of the blanket with his thumb and it tumbled to the ground leaving Lily with nothing covering her other than her short, sleeveless nightdress. James grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, roughly.
"James don't do this." Lily giggled nervously.
"Do what?" he growled. "This?" He leaned down and kissed her, hard. Lily couldn't fight it and what was more she didn't want to. She melted into his body, feeling, once again, as if she belonged there.
"Exactly that," she said, weakly, when James let go of her. She stared at him.
"I'm sorry, Lily." James started apologizing, profusely.
"Damn it, James!" swore Lily, stamping her foot. "Why are you doing this? I'm TRYING to get over you but your not making it very easy for me." She glared at him.
"I'm not trying to," James whispered, breathing kisses onto her bare shoulders.
"Enough James. I have to fight this," Lily said, letting her "sensible" half take over and manage to push him away. She pulled on some clothes. "Let's just go to the common room and plan this ball, ok?" she demanded. He nodded and followed her down, smiling, almost wolfishly, behind her back. He was willing to do anything to get the girl he loved back and if it included teasing her, like he was, so be it!
Author's note: Ooh looks like James is getting pretty desperate! Bless him! Ok I have a feeling this story isn't going to be finished half as quickly as I had originally planned! Ah well. Read and review and keep me happy.