A/n: Sorry for the LONG wait, about a month, huh? I had writer's block,
couldn't think of anything to write, and yet had so many ideas for new
stories!!! AHHH!
ps: Can you tell why the Chapter title is named, "Yeah, right."? It'll be pretty obvious ^_^
Ch.5 Yeah, right.
James took a deep breath. "Lily, I'd like us to be friends, you know, make up or something. Lily stared at James incredulously.
"What?"
"I said," James repeated. "I'd like us to be friends."
"No, I got that, it's just I wanted YOU to think about what you just said to ME for a second."
"No, I'm sure about what I said." James replied carefully, wondering what Lily was trying to get at.
Lily let out a derisive snort. "James, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm not the daft girl you think I am, and I will never fall for your ill jokes. Never."
"Lily, this isn't a trick, there's no catch! Please, don't you want to be friends and put a stop to our hatred towards each other? Your hatred, I mean." Lily turned to face James.
"What's /your hatred/ supposed to mean?"
"I don't hate you, Lily, it's you that hates me." he clarified.
"I totally believe you." Lily said sarcastically. "What about the first day I came here? Why'd you get me in trouble?"
"I never meant to, I just saw a pretty red-head and wanted to meet her, that's all. Lily, I was a boy that hadn't matured yet, not unlike the rest of the twelve-year-old boys around me. Teasing just seemed like the best way to get a girl's attention."
Lily looked into his eyes, showing no compassion whatsoever. "Yeah, right, I can just throw every single thing you've done to me like that," Lily snapped her fingers to emphasize. "Is that what you think, Potter? You've tortured me for five years, James, /five/ very long years, all of which weren't the best times in my life because of you and your little posse." James looked down at his feet, guilt ebbing away at his insides. This really wasn't going the way he'd planned.
"I'm sorry." James said, voice barely above a whisper.
"It's too late." Lily's voice was cold.
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James sat in the large, book-lined library, staring glumly at his notebook where his records of points were for the four houses. It had been eighteen hours, twenty-three minutes, and thirty-three seconds since Lily had refused his hand in friendship (not that anyone was counting), and James couldn't eat or sleep well. He hadn't thought it would affect him that much, what Lily had said to him, but there was always the bit of guilt at the very bottom of his heart, whispering--
/She hates you, /
/hates you, /
/hates you. . ./
"SHUT UP!" James yelled, causing a severe vulture-like look from Madame Pince.
"Still talking to yourself, Potter?" came a familiar drawling voice. James lifted his head up from the table, only to see his worst, greasy-haired enemy.
"What do you want, Snape?" James asked the 7th year boy, voice harsh.
"Don't worry, I don't stalk you," James snorted. "I just came to pick up the Potions books I requested." Severus replied, his back to James as he accepted the books from the Librarian, a fake smile plastered on his sunken face. Snape was always a suck up.
"Yeah, right. Well get out of here before you annoy me, I am Head Boy, if you recall."
"Now don't take advantage of your badge, dear fellow classmate of mine." Snape said with a voice that showed James was /anything/ but dear.
"Oh, and by the way," Severus said, exiting the large doors. "Evans was looking quite upset yesterday night, and I have no doubt that it had something to do with you. Now, I suggest you patch things up quickly, unless, of course, you want to be hated /forever/."
How did he know so much, and WHY did he even /care/ about Lily?
"Wait! Snape, wait up!" James called after him. Severus had left.
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"But Lily, I don't get it! Are you actually telling me you refused James?" Lily nodded from her bed. "You're crazy, my friend, absolutely crazy."
"I'll NEVER become friends with James, Anne, I told you that about a million times."
"Yeah, right."
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"Well?" McGonagall said, tapping her foot impatiently on the stone ground beneath her. "Go on,"
"Wha-?" James shook his head, he felt slightly dazed.
"I said, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said, clearly getting rather upset at the Head Boy. "To turn this toy instrument into a grand piano. But, obviously, you couldn't possibly hear me while you were daydreaming on your desk."
With a mumbled apology, James quickly did as the young, yet stern teacher asked.
"Very well," said the Professor, tone growing warmer. "Make sure that you don't get distracted in my class again, or it's detention."
"It won't happen again Professor, I'm sorry. I was--er, I didn't get enough sleep last night, that's all."
Sirius snorted in disbelief. "Yeah, right." muttered Remus.
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James paced the floor of the 7th year boy's dormitory, running his hands through his unruly hair for the thousandth time. He'd been going through all the things he'd ever done to Lily in his head, and he wasn't feeling any better. In fact, he felt ten times worse. James faced the mirror.
"Okay, James you can do this. Just think of a plan to get her to forgive you, you've done this millions of time before." But Lily was different, he realized, still staring at his reflection. "It's going to be a piece of Mum's apple cake." James said as he reassured himself. He attempted to pat his hair down. It bounced right back up.
"Yeah, right."
A/n: Little corny with Lily and the "Yeah, right" 's, but I did it anyway ^_- So, be a good widdle weader and weview pwease? Hope it's longer than before, and a bit better.
Disclaimer: All characters except no HP ones belong to JKR, not me.
ps: Can you tell why the Chapter title is named, "Yeah, right."? It'll be pretty obvious ^_^
Ch.5 Yeah, right.
James took a deep breath. "Lily, I'd like us to be friends, you know, make up or something. Lily stared at James incredulously.
"What?"
"I said," James repeated. "I'd like us to be friends."
"No, I got that, it's just I wanted YOU to think about what you just said to ME for a second."
"No, I'm sure about what I said." James replied carefully, wondering what Lily was trying to get at.
Lily let out a derisive snort. "James, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm not the daft girl you think I am, and I will never fall for your ill jokes. Never."
"Lily, this isn't a trick, there's no catch! Please, don't you want to be friends and put a stop to our hatred towards each other? Your hatred, I mean." Lily turned to face James.
"What's /your hatred/ supposed to mean?"
"I don't hate you, Lily, it's you that hates me." he clarified.
"I totally believe you." Lily said sarcastically. "What about the first day I came here? Why'd you get me in trouble?"
"I never meant to, I just saw a pretty red-head and wanted to meet her, that's all. Lily, I was a boy that hadn't matured yet, not unlike the rest of the twelve-year-old boys around me. Teasing just seemed like the best way to get a girl's attention."
Lily looked into his eyes, showing no compassion whatsoever. "Yeah, right, I can just throw every single thing you've done to me like that," Lily snapped her fingers to emphasize. "Is that what you think, Potter? You've tortured me for five years, James, /five/ very long years, all of which weren't the best times in my life because of you and your little posse." James looked down at his feet, guilt ebbing away at his insides. This really wasn't going the way he'd planned.
"I'm sorry." James said, voice barely above a whisper.
"It's too late." Lily's voice was cold.
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James sat in the large, book-lined library, staring glumly at his notebook where his records of points were for the four houses. It had been eighteen hours, twenty-three minutes, and thirty-three seconds since Lily had refused his hand in friendship (not that anyone was counting), and James couldn't eat or sleep well. He hadn't thought it would affect him that much, what Lily had said to him, but there was always the bit of guilt at the very bottom of his heart, whispering--
/She hates you, /
/hates you, /
/hates you. . ./
"SHUT UP!" James yelled, causing a severe vulture-like look from Madame Pince.
"Still talking to yourself, Potter?" came a familiar drawling voice. James lifted his head up from the table, only to see his worst, greasy-haired enemy.
"What do you want, Snape?" James asked the 7th year boy, voice harsh.
"Don't worry, I don't stalk you," James snorted. "I just came to pick up the Potions books I requested." Severus replied, his back to James as he accepted the books from the Librarian, a fake smile plastered on his sunken face. Snape was always a suck up.
"Yeah, right. Well get out of here before you annoy me, I am Head Boy, if you recall."
"Now don't take advantage of your badge, dear fellow classmate of mine." Snape said with a voice that showed James was /anything/ but dear.
"Oh, and by the way," Severus said, exiting the large doors. "Evans was looking quite upset yesterday night, and I have no doubt that it had something to do with you. Now, I suggest you patch things up quickly, unless, of course, you want to be hated /forever/."
How did he know so much, and WHY did he even /care/ about Lily?
"Wait! Snape, wait up!" James called after him. Severus had left.
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"But Lily, I don't get it! Are you actually telling me you refused James?" Lily nodded from her bed. "You're crazy, my friend, absolutely crazy."
"I'll NEVER become friends with James, Anne, I told you that about a million times."
"Yeah, right."
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"Well?" McGonagall said, tapping her foot impatiently on the stone ground beneath her. "Go on,"
"Wha-?" James shook his head, he felt slightly dazed.
"I said, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said, clearly getting rather upset at the Head Boy. "To turn this toy instrument into a grand piano. But, obviously, you couldn't possibly hear me while you were daydreaming on your desk."
With a mumbled apology, James quickly did as the young, yet stern teacher asked.
"Very well," said the Professor, tone growing warmer. "Make sure that you don't get distracted in my class again, or it's detention."
"It won't happen again Professor, I'm sorry. I was--er, I didn't get enough sleep last night, that's all."
Sirius snorted in disbelief. "Yeah, right." muttered Remus.
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James paced the floor of the 7th year boy's dormitory, running his hands through his unruly hair for the thousandth time. He'd been going through all the things he'd ever done to Lily in his head, and he wasn't feeling any better. In fact, he felt ten times worse. James faced the mirror.
"Okay, James you can do this. Just think of a plan to get her to forgive you, you've done this millions of time before." But Lily was different, he realized, still staring at his reflection. "It's going to be a piece of Mum's apple cake." James said as he reassured himself. He attempted to pat his hair down. It bounced right back up.
"Yeah, right."
A/n: Little corny with Lily and the "Yeah, right" 's, but I did it anyway ^_- So, be a good widdle weader and weview pwease? Hope it's longer than before, and a bit better.
Disclaimer: All characters except no HP ones belong to JKR, not me.