*A/N: Once again, thanks so much everyone who reviewed! Thanks for the
suggestions, but this is kind of a short story, so I can't write really
long chapters. Unless I expand on the story. Do you want me to? (
Dumbledore sat back in his chair and gazed at James with his piercing eyes. He looked pretty spiffy in his wizard robes, and a lot younger than he really was. But time's events would soon change that."Now that we have some privacy," he said, "Let us get down to the point. Am I under the impression, James, that you reacted toward Malfoy in this manner from, er, jealousy?"
How did he know that? James flushed a brilliant red. "Yes, Professor, I had no idea what was happening until it was too late, It just… happened.
Dumbledore nodded gently. His eyes were less merry before. "I see. Well, James it would be far better in the future if you keep your personal feelings at bay. Considering your past relationships with Slytherins, it deems more appropriate that way. Are we clear?"
James exhaled a sigh of relief. So he wasn't going to get expelled. "Er, yes, Professor. Very clear."
"Excellent. I'll lead you to Professor McGonnagall's office. As soon as Mister Malfoy is conscious, you are to apologize to him."
* * *
Lily now went to bed each night with mixed feelings. She was scared and shocked at what James had done. She was angry, too- what right did he have to do that? But then, she was also happy and extremely relieved. Her mind was a whirling kaleidoscope of emotions, all of them blurring into each other and forming one big, tight emotion as Lily slept. She couldn't quite figure out what the emotion was at first. One night she woke up and her eyes widened with discovery. The emotion was love.
* * *
Not only did James have to apologize to Malfoy as soon as Malfoy's eyes opened, he also had to bring Malfoy's school notes to him each afternoon for a week while Malfoy complained about the overwhelming pain in his nose, which had been soothed by Madam Pomfrey twenty minutes after Malfoy had been hit. There was no concussion, though James found himself bitterly wishing that there had been one.
As for detention, James had to help Filch sweep the floors of Hogwarts at night. Filch yelled if there was a dusty spot within sight. The man had eyes like a hawk.
It was the worst detention James had ever had. And not because he had to be pushed around by a maniacal neat freak with an intensely eerie love for a scuzzball cat. James had gotten detention with Sirius loads of times before, and been through worse scenarios than dusty floors. It was because, as he swept floor, he knew that Lily Evans was sleeping in Gryffindor Tower, hating him. And it wasn't even his fault.
He sat on the steps leading to Gryffindor tower, crying. His work was done, and he should have gone up to sleep, but instead he decided that sleep was too much for. His throat was on fire, and he was all choked up. His cheeks were scarlet. That's it, he thought. It's time for drastic measures.
Love can make people do crazy things. It controls people, blinds them so that their minds can't rationalize what their hearts and bodies are about to do. At that moment, James was struck by a need so intense that it literally made him stand up. Loneliness was controlling him.
Dumbledore sat back in his chair and gazed at James with his piercing eyes. He looked pretty spiffy in his wizard robes, and a lot younger than he really was. But time's events would soon change that."Now that we have some privacy," he said, "Let us get down to the point. Am I under the impression, James, that you reacted toward Malfoy in this manner from, er, jealousy?"
How did he know that? James flushed a brilliant red. "Yes, Professor, I had no idea what was happening until it was too late, It just… happened.
Dumbledore nodded gently. His eyes were less merry before. "I see. Well, James it would be far better in the future if you keep your personal feelings at bay. Considering your past relationships with Slytherins, it deems more appropriate that way. Are we clear?"
James exhaled a sigh of relief. So he wasn't going to get expelled. "Er, yes, Professor. Very clear."
"Excellent. I'll lead you to Professor McGonnagall's office. As soon as Mister Malfoy is conscious, you are to apologize to him."
* * *
Lily now went to bed each night with mixed feelings. She was scared and shocked at what James had done. She was angry, too- what right did he have to do that? But then, she was also happy and extremely relieved. Her mind was a whirling kaleidoscope of emotions, all of them blurring into each other and forming one big, tight emotion as Lily slept. She couldn't quite figure out what the emotion was at first. One night she woke up and her eyes widened with discovery. The emotion was love.
* * *
Not only did James have to apologize to Malfoy as soon as Malfoy's eyes opened, he also had to bring Malfoy's school notes to him each afternoon for a week while Malfoy complained about the overwhelming pain in his nose, which had been soothed by Madam Pomfrey twenty minutes after Malfoy had been hit. There was no concussion, though James found himself bitterly wishing that there had been one.
As for detention, James had to help Filch sweep the floors of Hogwarts at night. Filch yelled if there was a dusty spot within sight. The man had eyes like a hawk.
It was the worst detention James had ever had. And not because he had to be pushed around by a maniacal neat freak with an intensely eerie love for a scuzzball cat. James had gotten detention with Sirius loads of times before, and been through worse scenarios than dusty floors. It was because, as he swept floor, he knew that Lily Evans was sleeping in Gryffindor Tower, hating him. And it wasn't even his fault.
He sat on the steps leading to Gryffindor tower, crying. His work was done, and he should have gone up to sleep, but instead he decided that sleep was too much for. His throat was on fire, and he was all choked up. His cheeks were scarlet. That's it, he thought. It's time for drastic measures.
Love can make people do crazy things. It controls people, blinds them so that their minds can't rationalize what their hearts and bodies are about to do. At that moment, James was struck by a need so intense that it literally made him stand up. Loneliness was controlling him.