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Here she was, laughing at every joke Sirius made, making small talk with Remus and Peter, and chatting incessantly with Morgan. "Mmm, this cream soup tastes like heaven," Lily said, her eyes flicking over to Lucius Malfoy, who was staring back.
James felt irritated. Had the whole SCHOOL seen Lily walk in? He felt like he wanted to wrap her around her up and away from public view. And what was Scum Brain Malfoy staring so hard at?
"These avocados taste so good...." Lily looked at Malfoy again.
James drummed his fingers on the tabletop. Hard.
Lily saw that she was doing to him and smiled inwardly. Good, I made him jealous. Serves him right, the louse. Then, something inside of her crumpled in pain. What am I doing? Lucius is nothing to me. James is everything.... Shut up! the aggressive voice responded. Concentrate on the task at hand, Lily.
She had Lucius eating out of the palm of her hand. He was hers. Lily had known that Lucius liked her but had never cared before. But James hated Lucius, and that was all that mattered.
After dinner, Lily caught up with Lucius and his two clueless compadres, Crabbe and Goyle. "Hi Lucius."
"Hello Evans." Malfoy tried to sound mean, but it just didn't work- not with Lily looking at him like that. Her eyes were as shiny as a cat's, sparkling his House color right at him.
"How've you been?" Lily asked, fingering her collarbone.
Lucius stared. Crabbe and Goyle looked awkwardly from Lily to Malfoy, not sure what to do.
All of a sudden, a fist came flying from out of nowhere and punched Lucius' lights out.
A scream tore from Lily's throat, a scream that was heard all throughout the Great Hall. Lucius was on the floor looking paler than ever, his nose bloody and black and blue. A crowd gathered around Lily, James, Lucius and Crabbe and Goyle. Professor McGonnagall pushed herself through the crowds and yelled, "What in abomination is going on here?"
"It was Potter that did it," Crabbe said stupidly. "I saws him with me own eyes."
"Yeah," Goyle agreed. "All Potter's fault…. is that a treacle tart?" He went over to embrace his one true love- Chocolate Fudge Pecan.
"Potter, what on earth were you thinking, doing such a thing to a fellow student ?" McGonnagall eyes were as big as saucers under the square-rim spectacles.
James just stared at her. He himself was not sure how it had happened.
"You won't answer me? Very well then, eight points from Gryffindor, for unexplained foolishness! And all this from the Head Boy, to say the least!"
"Sixteen points, Minerva," Professor Ankhorn, the nasty Head of Slytherin House said silkily. "Malfoy looks like he has a concussion."
McGonnagall nodded briskly, as if she didn't mind taking points away from her own House. "Eighteen points from Gryffindor."
Sirius, Remus, Peter, Morgan, and the rest of the Gryffindors groaned.
McGonnagall shook her head angrily. "A week's detention, Potter!"
"Minerva, please." Albus Dumbledore had elbowed his way through the crowds and was now standing at James' side." Let me have a talk with the boy."
"As you wish, Headmaster."
James immediately felt two feelings- relief and fear. Relief that Dumbledore was here, and fear that he might get expelled. Two years ago, when James and the other Marauders had set stink bombs around the whole school and they had been found out, they were sent to Dumbledore's office and told that one more shenanigan like that and they would be expelled from Hogwarts. Of course James' parents and Grandma Ruth would hate that, so James had to conduct his mischief in absolute secret, at the most unexpected times so that nobody would know it was him. James needed to be mischievous- it was another way of breathing to him. But when Lily was with him, James had started to feel like he didn't need to be a troublemaker to enjoy life. Without realizing it, she had made him calmer and more sedate. Now, both relief and fear were dancing across his head as he followed Dumbledore to his office. He had been there so many times that he could point out the description of each portrait on the wall with his eyes closed. But this time he wasn't going to play games.
This was the real deal.
Here she was, laughing at every joke Sirius made, making small talk with Remus and Peter, and chatting incessantly with Morgan. "Mmm, this cream soup tastes like heaven," Lily said, her eyes flicking over to Lucius Malfoy, who was staring back.
James felt irritated. Had the whole SCHOOL seen Lily walk in? He felt like he wanted to wrap her around her up and away from public view. And what was Scum Brain Malfoy staring so hard at?
"These avocados taste so good...." Lily looked at Malfoy again.
James drummed his fingers on the tabletop. Hard.
Lily saw that she was doing to him and smiled inwardly. Good, I made him jealous. Serves him right, the louse. Then, something inside of her crumpled in pain. What am I doing? Lucius is nothing to me. James is everything.... Shut up! the aggressive voice responded. Concentrate on the task at hand, Lily.
She had Lucius eating out of the palm of her hand. He was hers. Lily had known that Lucius liked her but had never cared before. But James hated Lucius, and that was all that mattered.
After dinner, Lily caught up with Lucius and his two clueless compadres, Crabbe and Goyle. "Hi Lucius."
"Hello Evans." Malfoy tried to sound mean, but it just didn't work- not with Lily looking at him like that. Her eyes were as shiny as a cat's, sparkling his House color right at him.
"How've you been?" Lily asked, fingering her collarbone.
Lucius stared. Crabbe and Goyle looked awkwardly from Lily to Malfoy, not sure what to do.
All of a sudden, a fist came flying from out of nowhere and punched Lucius' lights out.
A scream tore from Lily's throat, a scream that was heard all throughout the Great Hall. Lucius was on the floor looking paler than ever, his nose bloody and black and blue. A crowd gathered around Lily, James, Lucius and Crabbe and Goyle. Professor McGonnagall pushed herself through the crowds and yelled, "What in abomination is going on here?"
"It was Potter that did it," Crabbe said stupidly. "I saws him with me own eyes."
"Yeah," Goyle agreed. "All Potter's fault…. is that a treacle tart?" He went over to embrace his one true love- Chocolate Fudge Pecan.
"Potter, what on earth were you thinking, doing such a thing to a fellow student ?" McGonnagall eyes were as big as saucers under the square-rim spectacles.
James just stared at her. He himself was not sure how it had happened.
"You won't answer me? Very well then, eight points from Gryffindor, for unexplained foolishness! And all this from the Head Boy, to say the least!"
"Sixteen points, Minerva," Professor Ankhorn, the nasty Head of Slytherin House said silkily. "Malfoy looks like he has a concussion."
McGonnagall nodded briskly, as if she didn't mind taking points away from her own House. "Eighteen points from Gryffindor."
Sirius, Remus, Peter, Morgan, and the rest of the Gryffindors groaned.
McGonnagall shook her head angrily. "A week's detention, Potter!"
"Minerva, please." Albus Dumbledore had elbowed his way through the crowds and was now standing at James' side." Let me have a talk with the boy."
"As you wish, Headmaster."
James immediately felt two feelings- relief and fear. Relief that Dumbledore was here, and fear that he might get expelled. Two years ago, when James and the other Marauders had set stink bombs around the whole school and they had been found out, they were sent to Dumbledore's office and told that one more shenanigan like that and they would be expelled from Hogwarts. Of course James' parents and Grandma Ruth would hate that, so James had to conduct his mischief in absolute secret, at the most unexpected times so that nobody would know it was him. James needed to be mischievous- it was another way of breathing to him. But when Lily was with him, James had started to feel like he didn't need to be a troublemaker to enjoy life. Without realizing it, she had made him calmer and more sedate. Now, both relief and fear were dancing across his head as he followed Dumbledore to his office. He had been there so many times that he could point out the description of each portrait on the wall with his eyes closed. But this time he wasn't going to play games.
This was the real deal.