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Fourth Chapter!
Detention and Strange Affections.
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"I would like to see Miss Evans and Mister Potter in my office."
James groaned.
Sirius laughed. "I'm sorry, bud. I'd like to stay around and watch Dumbledore hand out your detention, but I'd rather steal your girlfriend."
Elizabeth smacked him. "He needs help on his Charms essay." She reassured her boyfriend.
James frowned. "I thought you finished it."
Sirius shrugged. "I did, I just want Lizzy to check it over for me." And putting his arm around her shoulders, Sirius dragged Elizabeth out of the great hall.
"Have fun in detention, Prongs." He called behind him.
"Yeah right." James muttered and collected his things. He straightened and noticed Lily slipping out the door.
"Lily!" He yelled and ran after her.
But Lily walked faster when she heard him call her name.
"Lily, wait up!"
Still ignoring him, she turned the corner and started to run.
"Hey!" James shouted at her retreating back.
He dashed after her. "Wait--aah!" His books slipped from his grasp and fell under his feet making him trip and roll over twice before crashing into a suit of armor.
Lily skidded to a halt when she heard the crash and looked back at James. He was sprawled out in what looked like a very uncomfortable position and wasn't moving.
"Ohmigod!" She murmured and ran back to help him. "James, are you okay?"
He moaned and rubbed his head.
"How do you feel?" She asked anxiously, afraid to touch him.
"Like I just got clobbered by a big, metal man."
She couldn't help it, she sat down where she was and laughed. She laughed until tears came.
James looked hurt and indeed he was. "Stop laughing! It hurts my head."
She only laughed harder.
"Ahem."
Lily looked up and was instantly silenced, brushing tears off her face.
"Oh, thank you, professor! You shut her up." James moaned with relief.
She smacked him lightly.
"What, may I ask, happened?" The Headmaster asked, his eyes twinkling like always.
"It was all her fault!" James accused.
"It was not! It wasn't my clumsy feet you tripped over."
"Well, if you hadn't have run from me, then I wouldn't have tripped."
"I was trying to get to our appointment! It's not my fault you're slow!"
"Hey, I had about twelve books in my hands!" He defended himself.
Dumbledore held up his hands to silence the two teenagers arguing. "Children! You're not in trouble. I'm sure it was no one's fault. And James, even though you look fine and dandy to me, I'd feel much better if you go straight up to the hospital room. You'll have a death-defying headache in the morning, it's best if you have a clear head for classes tomorrow."
James nodded understandably.
"I'll have Lily meet you there in fifteen minutes and fill you in on the details you'll miss." James nodded again, holding his head, and in too much pain to complain he walked away towards the hospital wing.
Dumbledore helped Lily to her feet and guided her away from the dented armor.
"I hear you've had quite a week, Miss Evans. Professor McGonnagle was pretty torn up about it. And I regret to inform you that she does not wish to withdraw her initial punishment, a weeks worth of detention, also taking you out of the running for having the least detentions in fifty years. I'm sorry."
Lily shrugged and said carelessly. "I don't mind. It's not a very fun objective, you know?"
Dumbledore laughed. "Yes, I agree. I myself had over one hundred detentions by the time I graduated. That's not as impressive these days for people like Mr. Sirius Black with around five hundred, but back then, it was outrageous."
"Ohh, Bad-Boy-Albus." She said sarcastically before she clapped her hands over her mouth with horror written across her features. "Professor, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it!"
Dumbledore roared with laughter. "My dear, it's quite alright. I see this is what Minerva was talking about then?"
Lily nodded but didn't say anything about her reasons.
"I see." He said still chuckling. "Well, there's really no need for us to walk all the way back to my office, so I'll just give you these slips and you can be on your way." He handed her the slips that allowed a person out at night for detention. "Mister Filch is visiting his sick aunt so he won't be here for about a week. And sadly, we are left without our caretaker. That is your punishment. You and James will patrol these halls and clean up any messes. For a week, from seven to ten, you will meet in the cleaning closet at the top of the marble staircase to assemble. That is all, Miss Evans."
"Wait, professor! We can't use magic?"
"Mister Filch has managed these few years. So will you." He smiled and left her standing in the hall.
Sighing, Lily climbed the stairs to the hospital wing, where James waited impatiently on a bench.
"It's about time you showed up."
"Oh, quit your whining!" She snapped angrily and proceeded to inform him of their detention as they walked back to the common room.
"Filch's job! That'll take forever!" He exclaimed.
"Gee, how'd you come to that conclusion?" Lily asked sarcastically.
James glared at her. "This is all your fault, too! I didn't do anything that day and you know it!"
"Of course I know it! But really, for you, what's one more detention?"
"That doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm stuck doing a detention that I didn't earn."
"Oh, you earned it. What about that time you lit the table on fire in Kettleburn's class for a little sugar to the boredom pie, and then passed it off as an accident? Or the time you dumped the bucket full of sand sucking slugs in the sand just to see if they really sucked sand and then told Professor Kettleburn that some poor Hufflepuff girl pushed you? Or the time--"
"Alright already, you've proven yourself. Now I'm going to bed." He crawled through the portrait hole and climbed the stairs to his bed.
"See you in Detention, Potter." She called sweetly.
That night she slept fitfully, no dreams of Harry plagued her and left her teary eyed in the morning.
IN the morning she climbed out of bed and pulled on one of her favorite outfits yet unworn. A lacy, blue green, quarter sleeved blouse with hanging bell sleeves and a long, faded jean skirt with a pair of comfortable sneakers. She gathered her things and trooped downstairs to find James and Elizabeth arguing. They stopped when they noticed lily standing by the entrance.
Elizabeth smiled and James glared at her.
"We'll discuss this later." James said before stalking out of the common room to breakfast.
"Fine." Elizabeth yelled after him. "Ugh."
Lily decided not to say anything and followed James down to breakfast. It wasn't her problem that James and Elizabeth were fighting. She'd noticed that they'd been doing that more and more these days.
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At exactly seven o'clock that night, Lily walked silently down to the cleaning closet, hoping that James was already there and ready to start. Of course, he wasn't. She even waited ten minutes before she decided to get out rags and buckets full of soapy water.
Waiting a few more minutes and getting a little pissed, Lily tried to drag the heavy buckets to the stairs. Water sloshed over the sides and soaked her feet.
"Dammit, Potter!" She muttered and continued to drag the buckets to the top of the staircase.
Taking a deep breath, she lifted one of the buckets and set it on the first step. Taking another deep breath, she did it again. Not realizing that she was being watched by a very amused James Potter.
"Dammit, Potter!" She cursed again when soap splashed onto her shirt.
James grinned and almost laughed when she almost dropped a bucket.
"Oh, I can't wait to see you, James Potter, I'm going to tie a knot around your bum with your nose. Just you wait and see. Then I'm going to dip you in green slime and feed you to the Slytherins who'll eat anything, the fat little piggies."
She took another step and lost her balance, the bucket flying out of her hand and spilling down the steps. She screamed and flailed her arms wildly.
James hurriedly dashed forward to grab hold of the back of her robes. He slipped and fell heavily but with Lily safe in his arms.
Lily scrambled to get out of the boy's grasp. "Let me go, Potter!"
"I would love to, but you're sort of sitting on me."
"Oh, sorry." She said and stood up. "You're late!" She said angrily and looked at her watch. "By half an hour!"
James shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I'm here now."
"You almost killed me!" She said and punched his arm.
"What? I just saved you!" He rubbed his throbbing bicep. She had a strong arm for someone so small.
"I was doing perfectly well without your help, thank you very much."
"Yeah, and that's why the bucket is down there on the floor." He retorted.
Lily rolled her eyes. "Never mind. Let's just get this over with, so I can do my potions essay."
"I agree."
They started with washing the stairs and refilling the empty buckets and then worked their way upwards, down every hallway.
The silence between them was uncomfortable and made the hours seem like years. Finally James got tired of it, pointed his wand at Lily and made icy water shoot out of it like a fire hose at Lily's back. Lily screeched in surprise and glared at James.
She'd forgotten her wand in her dorm and didn't have anything to throw at him, so looking at the bucket sitting innocently at her feet full of dirty brown water, she grinned.
James saw the look and decided that it was time to run. Laughing he charged down the hall in the opposite direction, shooting water once more over his shoulder.
Lily started to laugh with the thrill of their game, making her chances of catching up to James unlikely. When James saw that Lily was laughing and struggling with the bucket at the same time he too started to laugh.
She looked like a duck or a penguin waddling towards him and threatening him with a bucket full of splashing water. He squirted her again with his wand hitting her in the eye.
She stopped and clapped a hand over it, crying out in pain. He gasped and ran back towards her, but when he got within a foot of her, she looked up and grinned, "You are so gullible." She said and threw the bucket's contents over his head.
Dripping with dirty water and shivering, he watched her laughing at him and couldn't help thinking how pretty she was when she was happy (something she hadn't been for the past few years at Hogwarts). Her white teeth were a sharp contrast to her very red lips.
Her lips. He couldn't stop staring at them and wondering what it would be like to press his own against them.
Meanwhile, Lily noticed his expression and stopped laughing. She cleared her throat and abruptly turned away. Which was a relief to James because he didn't know how long he could stand there and not kiss her.
No longer laughing and quite grim she said in a whisper, "We should probably clean up the water before someone trips." Why was James Potter staring at her like that? She wondered. He couldn't possibly be thinking what she thought he was thinking.
He nodded. Their three hours were already over. Snap out it! He told himself. That is Lily Evans you just wanted to kiss.
Sure, Elizabeth and him were having problems, but that didn't mean that he had to go and think about other girls. Especially not Lily Evans.
Nobody was waiting for either of them when they entered the common room, five minutes later. It wasn't that unusual for Lily but for James it was. Elizabeth was always there to run and hug him every time he came back from detention.
Lily looked at James for an explanation but his face was closed. Not that she expected him to tell her anyway. She shrugged and climbed the stairs to her room.
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Two nights later at their third detention together, James decided to strike up a conversation to get his mind off how much he wanted to run his hands through her silky hair.
"So, Lily..." He hesitated. "What happened?"
"What do you mean?" She asked and bent over to scrub away a smudge off the wall.
"To make you change. You're so different then you were last year and the years before that."
She shrugged. "My parents died." But the way she said this, clearly stated that that wasn't the reason.
"I'm sorry."
"Why? You didn't know them. Besides, they didn't think to highly of me. Not since Harry died."
"Who's Harry?"
"Harry was my brother. He died just before second year."
"Oh, sorry. Were you close?"
'You have no idea.' She thought. "We were twins." She whispered.
James almost dropped his rag.
"You had a twin? I don't remember him. What house was he in?" It wasn't uncommon for twins to be sorted into separate houses.
Lily laughed. "You wouldn't have known him. He was a muggle."
"Do you miss him?" James asked.
She gave him a look that clearly stated, "What do you think?"
"Stupid question. How did he die?"
"My, aren't we full of questions tonight?"
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He reassured her, knowing that he was touching on fragile soil.
"Harry died in a car accident, right in front of me. We never saw it coming. But then, when you're that young, you don't ever think that anything'll happen to you until it does." She shook her head. "You know, if it had been me, I think that everyone would have been better off. Mom and Dad could never hate Harry like they did me. People would have been happier around here if I was gone. Harry would get over it eventually. And until a few weeks ago, Petunia wouldn't have given a damn."
"Lily, don't say that. You know it's not true."
"Do I? Well, I don't see very many people coming up to me to hug me, to laugh with me, people calling me friend, do you?" James didn't know what to say.
Him and Lily had never really been friends and he didn't know a whole lot about her.
"My parents hated me. Did I ever tell you that? No? They did. You know, they always favored Harry over me, always. Harry had this way of making you laugh when you're sad. You could never stay angry at him, no matter how hard you tried. In a lot of ways, he was a lot like you." This caught James's attention.
"How?"
"He loved pranks. He even got kicked out of two schools." Lily said proudly. "I could never do that. He wanted what was best for me." Her breath caught in her throat. Harry was so smart and loving. "James?"
"Yes?"
"Can we please not talk about this? Maybe some other time, but not now. Please?"
James smiled. "Of course."
"Thank you."
"I have a younger sister." James said. "Her name is Julia. She's five years old and already she loves to fly. She's going to be a star chaser one of these days. I'm going to be the one to teach her."
Lily smiled. Trust James to change the subject sufficiently. Quidditch is every guy's favorite subject.
She listened as he related stories about his little sister and later that night, she realized that no matter how much she had really hated James Potter in the beginning, he really was a great guy. Funny, intelligent, good looking, athletic, fun to be around and an all over great guy. How did she ever think of him as a cold, stubborn, pig-headed, annoying, player with no smarts what so ever?
James lay awake wondering something along the same lines.
He loved her laugh, her eyes were gorgeous, she was funny and easy to talk to, even though she was so distant and cold towards him in the beginning when he hated her. But there was one thing more that tormented his thoughts before sleep. He wanted so much to take her in his arms and taste her mouth. And he didn't even know her that well! What was wrong with him?
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Finally! Okay, this chapter I really didn't like. But it's cute and I'm suffering from a semi-writer's block-influenza. (Don't ask.)
Alrighty, let's recap.
*Lily and James have detention together for a week.
*They hated each other in the beginning, but now they're friends.
*James and his girlfriend are having problems.
*And James desperately wants to kiss Lily.
What will happen between James and Elizabeth?(I don't like Elizabeth. She bugs me. Should I get rid of her? Yes/no. **Bang-Bang!**)
What will happen Between James and Lily?
Does James truly like Lily, or does he just want to try her? (I really hate when guys do that.)
Does Lily like James back?
Find out in the next chappy!
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Promise to be Bad
Fourth Chapter!
Detention and Strange Affections.
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"I would like to see Miss Evans and Mister Potter in my office."
James groaned.
Sirius laughed. "I'm sorry, bud. I'd like to stay around and watch Dumbledore hand out your detention, but I'd rather steal your girlfriend."
Elizabeth smacked him. "He needs help on his Charms essay." She reassured her boyfriend.
James frowned. "I thought you finished it."
Sirius shrugged. "I did, I just want Lizzy to check it over for me." And putting his arm around her shoulders, Sirius dragged Elizabeth out of the great hall.
"Have fun in detention, Prongs." He called behind him.
"Yeah right." James muttered and collected his things. He straightened and noticed Lily slipping out the door.
"Lily!" He yelled and ran after her.
But Lily walked faster when she heard him call her name.
"Lily, wait up!"
Still ignoring him, she turned the corner and started to run.
"Hey!" James shouted at her retreating back.
He dashed after her. "Wait--aah!" His books slipped from his grasp and fell under his feet making him trip and roll over twice before crashing into a suit of armor.
Lily skidded to a halt when she heard the crash and looked back at James. He was sprawled out in what looked like a very uncomfortable position and wasn't moving.
"Ohmigod!" She murmured and ran back to help him. "James, are you okay?"
He moaned and rubbed his head.
"How do you feel?" She asked anxiously, afraid to touch him.
"Like I just got clobbered by a big, metal man."
She couldn't help it, she sat down where she was and laughed. She laughed until tears came.
James looked hurt and indeed he was. "Stop laughing! It hurts my head."
She only laughed harder.
"Ahem."
Lily looked up and was instantly silenced, brushing tears off her face.
"Oh, thank you, professor! You shut her up." James moaned with relief.
She smacked him lightly.
"What, may I ask, happened?" The Headmaster asked, his eyes twinkling like always.
"It was all her fault!" James accused.
"It was not! It wasn't my clumsy feet you tripped over."
"Well, if you hadn't have run from me, then I wouldn't have tripped."
"I was trying to get to our appointment! It's not my fault you're slow!"
"Hey, I had about twelve books in my hands!" He defended himself.
Dumbledore held up his hands to silence the two teenagers arguing. "Children! You're not in trouble. I'm sure it was no one's fault. And James, even though you look fine and dandy to me, I'd feel much better if you go straight up to the hospital room. You'll have a death-defying headache in the morning, it's best if you have a clear head for classes tomorrow."
James nodded understandably.
"I'll have Lily meet you there in fifteen minutes and fill you in on the details you'll miss." James nodded again, holding his head, and in too much pain to complain he walked away towards the hospital wing.
Dumbledore helped Lily to her feet and guided her away from the dented armor.
"I hear you've had quite a week, Miss Evans. Professor McGonnagle was pretty torn up about it. And I regret to inform you that she does not wish to withdraw her initial punishment, a weeks worth of detention, also taking you out of the running for having the least detentions in fifty years. I'm sorry."
Lily shrugged and said carelessly. "I don't mind. It's not a very fun objective, you know?"
Dumbledore laughed. "Yes, I agree. I myself had over one hundred detentions by the time I graduated. That's not as impressive these days for people like Mr. Sirius Black with around five hundred, but back then, it was outrageous."
"Ohh, Bad-Boy-Albus." She said sarcastically before she clapped her hands over her mouth with horror written across her features. "Professor, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it!"
Dumbledore roared with laughter. "My dear, it's quite alright. I see this is what Minerva was talking about then?"
Lily nodded but didn't say anything about her reasons.
"I see." He said still chuckling. "Well, there's really no need for us to walk all the way back to my office, so I'll just give you these slips and you can be on your way." He handed her the slips that allowed a person out at night for detention. "Mister Filch is visiting his sick aunt so he won't be here for about a week. And sadly, we are left without our caretaker. That is your punishment. You and James will patrol these halls and clean up any messes. For a week, from seven to ten, you will meet in the cleaning closet at the top of the marble staircase to assemble. That is all, Miss Evans."
"Wait, professor! We can't use magic?"
"Mister Filch has managed these few years. So will you." He smiled and left her standing in the hall.
Sighing, Lily climbed the stairs to the hospital wing, where James waited impatiently on a bench.
"It's about time you showed up."
"Oh, quit your whining!" She snapped angrily and proceeded to inform him of their detention as they walked back to the common room.
"Filch's job! That'll take forever!" He exclaimed.
"Gee, how'd you come to that conclusion?" Lily asked sarcastically.
James glared at her. "This is all your fault, too! I didn't do anything that day and you know it!"
"Of course I know it! But really, for you, what's one more detention?"
"That doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm stuck doing a detention that I didn't earn."
"Oh, you earned it. What about that time you lit the table on fire in Kettleburn's class for a little sugar to the boredom pie, and then passed it off as an accident? Or the time you dumped the bucket full of sand sucking slugs in the sand just to see if they really sucked sand and then told Professor Kettleburn that some poor Hufflepuff girl pushed you? Or the time--"
"Alright already, you've proven yourself. Now I'm going to bed." He crawled through the portrait hole and climbed the stairs to his bed.
"See you in Detention, Potter." She called sweetly.
That night she slept fitfully, no dreams of Harry plagued her and left her teary eyed in the morning.
IN the morning she climbed out of bed and pulled on one of her favorite outfits yet unworn. A lacy, blue green, quarter sleeved blouse with hanging bell sleeves and a long, faded jean skirt with a pair of comfortable sneakers. She gathered her things and trooped downstairs to find James and Elizabeth arguing. They stopped when they noticed lily standing by the entrance.
Elizabeth smiled and James glared at her.
"We'll discuss this later." James said before stalking out of the common room to breakfast.
"Fine." Elizabeth yelled after him. "Ugh."
Lily decided not to say anything and followed James down to breakfast. It wasn't her problem that James and Elizabeth were fighting. She'd noticed that they'd been doing that more and more these days.
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At exactly seven o'clock that night, Lily walked silently down to the cleaning closet, hoping that James was already there and ready to start. Of course, he wasn't. She even waited ten minutes before she decided to get out rags and buckets full of soapy water.
Waiting a few more minutes and getting a little pissed, Lily tried to drag the heavy buckets to the stairs. Water sloshed over the sides and soaked her feet.
"Dammit, Potter!" She muttered and continued to drag the buckets to the top of the staircase.
Taking a deep breath, she lifted one of the buckets and set it on the first step. Taking another deep breath, she did it again. Not realizing that she was being watched by a very amused James Potter.
"Dammit, Potter!" She cursed again when soap splashed onto her shirt.
James grinned and almost laughed when she almost dropped a bucket.
"Oh, I can't wait to see you, James Potter, I'm going to tie a knot around your bum with your nose. Just you wait and see. Then I'm going to dip you in green slime and feed you to the Slytherins who'll eat anything, the fat little piggies."
She took another step and lost her balance, the bucket flying out of her hand and spilling down the steps. She screamed and flailed her arms wildly.
James hurriedly dashed forward to grab hold of the back of her robes. He slipped and fell heavily but with Lily safe in his arms.
Lily scrambled to get out of the boy's grasp. "Let me go, Potter!"
"I would love to, but you're sort of sitting on me."
"Oh, sorry." She said and stood up. "You're late!" She said angrily and looked at her watch. "By half an hour!"
James shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I'm here now."
"You almost killed me!" She said and punched his arm.
"What? I just saved you!" He rubbed his throbbing bicep. She had a strong arm for someone so small.
"I was doing perfectly well without your help, thank you very much."
"Yeah, and that's why the bucket is down there on the floor." He retorted.
Lily rolled her eyes. "Never mind. Let's just get this over with, so I can do my potions essay."
"I agree."
They started with washing the stairs and refilling the empty buckets and then worked their way upwards, down every hallway.
The silence between them was uncomfortable and made the hours seem like years. Finally James got tired of it, pointed his wand at Lily and made icy water shoot out of it like a fire hose at Lily's back. Lily screeched in surprise and glared at James.
She'd forgotten her wand in her dorm and didn't have anything to throw at him, so looking at the bucket sitting innocently at her feet full of dirty brown water, she grinned.
James saw the look and decided that it was time to run. Laughing he charged down the hall in the opposite direction, shooting water once more over his shoulder.
Lily started to laugh with the thrill of their game, making her chances of catching up to James unlikely. When James saw that Lily was laughing and struggling with the bucket at the same time he too started to laugh.
She looked like a duck or a penguin waddling towards him and threatening him with a bucket full of splashing water. He squirted her again with his wand hitting her in the eye.
She stopped and clapped a hand over it, crying out in pain. He gasped and ran back towards her, but when he got within a foot of her, she looked up and grinned, "You are so gullible." She said and threw the bucket's contents over his head.
Dripping with dirty water and shivering, he watched her laughing at him and couldn't help thinking how pretty she was when she was happy (something she hadn't been for the past few years at Hogwarts). Her white teeth were a sharp contrast to her very red lips.
Her lips. He couldn't stop staring at them and wondering what it would be like to press his own against them.
Meanwhile, Lily noticed his expression and stopped laughing. She cleared her throat and abruptly turned away. Which was a relief to James because he didn't know how long he could stand there and not kiss her.
No longer laughing and quite grim she said in a whisper, "We should probably clean up the water before someone trips." Why was James Potter staring at her like that? She wondered. He couldn't possibly be thinking what she thought he was thinking.
He nodded. Their three hours were already over. Snap out it! He told himself. That is Lily Evans you just wanted to kiss.
Sure, Elizabeth and him were having problems, but that didn't mean that he had to go and think about other girls. Especially not Lily Evans.
Nobody was waiting for either of them when they entered the common room, five minutes later. It wasn't that unusual for Lily but for James it was. Elizabeth was always there to run and hug him every time he came back from detention.
Lily looked at James for an explanation but his face was closed. Not that she expected him to tell her anyway. She shrugged and climbed the stairs to her room.
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Two nights later at their third detention together, James decided to strike up a conversation to get his mind off how much he wanted to run his hands through her silky hair.
"So, Lily..." He hesitated. "What happened?"
"What do you mean?" She asked and bent over to scrub away a smudge off the wall.
"To make you change. You're so different then you were last year and the years before that."
She shrugged. "My parents died." But the way she said this, clearly stated that that wasn't the reason.
"I'm sorry."
"Why? You didn't know them. Besides, they didn't think to highly of me. Not since Harry died."
"Who's Harry?"
"Harry was my brother. He died just before second year."
"Oh, sorry. Were you close?"
'You have no idea.' She thought. "We were twins." She whispered.
James almost dropped his rag.
"You had a twin? I don't remember him. What house was he in?" It wasn't uncommon for twins to be sorted into separate houses.
Lily laughed. "You wouldn't have known him. He was a muggle."
"Do you miss him?" James asked.
She gave him a look that clearly stated, "What do you think?"
"Stupid question. How did he die?"
"My, aren't we full of questions tonight?"
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He reassured her, knowing that he was touching on fragile soil.
"Harry died in a car accident, right in front of me. We never saw it coming. But then, when you're that young, you don't ever think that anything'll happen to you until it does." She shook her head. "You know, if it had been me, I think that everyone would have been better off. Mom and Dad could never hate Harry like they did me. People would have been happier around here if I was gone. Harry would get over it eventually. And until a few weeks ago, Petunia wouldn't have given a damn."
"Lily, don't say that. You know it's not true."
"Do I? Well, I don't see very many people coming up to me to hug me, to laugh with me, people calling me friend, do you?" James didn't know what to say.
Him and Lily had never really been friends and he didn't know a whole lot about her.
"My parents hated me. Did I ever tell you that? No? They did. You know, they always favored Harry over me, always. Harry had this way of making you laugh when you're sad. You could never stay angry at him, no matter how hard you tried. In a lot of ways, he was a lot like you." This caught James's attention.
"How?"
"He loved pranks. He even got kicked out of two schools." Lily said proudly. "I could never do that. He wanted what was best for me." Her breath caught in her throat. Harry was so smart and loving. "James?"
"Yes?"
"Can we please not talk about this? Maybe some other time, but not now. Please?"
James smiled. "Of course."
"Thank you."
"I have a younger sister." James said. "Her name is Julia. She's five years old and already she loves to fly. She's going to be a star chaser one of these days. I'm going to be the one to teach her."
Lily smiled. Trust James to change the subject sufficiently. Quidditch is every guy's favorite subject.
She listened as he related stories about his little sister and later that night, she realized that no matter how much she had really hated James Potter in the beginning, he really was a great guy. Funny, intelligent, good looking, athletic, fun to be around and an all over great guy. How did she ever think of him as a cold, stubborn, pig-headed, annoying, player with no smarts what so ever?
James lay awake wondering something along the same lines.
He loved her laugh, her eyes were gorgeous, she was funny and easy to talk to, even though she was so distant and cold towards him in the beginning when he hated her. But there was one thing more that tormented his thoughts before sleep. He wanted so much to take her in his arms and taste her mouth. And he didn't even know her that well! What was wrong with him?
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Finally! Okay, this chapter I really didn't like. But it's cute and I'm suffering from a semi-writer's block-influenza. (Don't ask.)
Alrighty, let's recap.
*Lily and James have detention together for a week.
*They hated each other in the beginning, but now they're friends.
*James and his girlfriend are having problems.
*And James desperately wants to kiss Lily.
What will happen between James and Elizabeth?(I don't like Elizabeth. She bugs me. Should I get rid of her? Yes/no. **Bang-Bang!**)
What will happen Between James and Lily?
Does James truly like Lily, or does he just want to try her? (I really hate when guys do that.)
Does Lily like James back?
Find out in the next chappy!
Note to all reviewers: I love you! I worship you! *Bows down* I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy! But don't let that stop you from reviewing! Because you're all able to do that. *Click, Click. Type, type. Click.* Ta da! A review! J/k.