Disclaimer: I swear on my life I am not thinking dirty thoughts *falls to the ground dead* dammit, not again...
Chapter 2: Love-sick splendor
"Stupid Potter, that dumb git." Lily curses the boy softly under her breath as she continues on down the passage. She glowers at nothing in particular as she stomped on. Her breath gets caught in her throat with a weak 'Glurf' as Amos Diggory comes in view before her. Her scowl turns into a simper-sweet grin as they drew closer.
Her sharp green gaze was locked on him; his bulging 17 year old body, sharp jaw, dreamy eyes. She could have melted if he had so much as smirked in her general direction.
He didn't seem to notice her, being swamped in so many girls as it was. He continued to crack off lame jokes as the mass of females around him giggled brainlessly. 'That Amos Diggory, he has some sense, and not to mention a great body!'> Lily thinks to herself, comparing him to James.
Diggorys' gaze suddenly locked onto hers, one sexy eyebrow raised as he looks at her. Lily nearly dropped dead as he did, but she kept her composure and just grinned and waved. "Hi Amos!!"
He smirked slightly at her, shaking a few girls off his arm to wave as well.
"Umm... Hello, what's your name again?" He asks her, looking her over.
'I think he loves me!' she clasps her hand to he heart. Too ecstatic to say anything, her mouth just opened and closed a few times then...
"J-James Potter!"Amos Diggory that her name was James Potter. Amos was rolling over and over on the ground, clutching his stomach, unable to breath without breaking out in balling hysterics.
Lily' bottom lip quivered slightly, taking in the scene around her, girls laughing and pointing at her, it was too much for to take.
A rouge tear slipped down her cheek as she dashed off, her footsteps muffled by the still-existent laughter.
"Lily..." The voice yanked her out of her miserable thoughts. She looked up to see Molly O'Shanessy [- will be Molly Weasley in a few years -] standing over her with a handkerchief in her hand.
Lily had been sobbing on her bed for over four hours. She gratefully took the handkerchief with a weak smile and blew her nose loudly.
"Thanks Molly, I just..." Molly hushed her, and pat her soothingly on the back, she had a way of mothering people...
"I heard what happened, but you have to admit..." Molly smiled sweetly, his rosy cheeks growing redder.
"I guess it was kind of funny." Lily admitted with a grin. She dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief, now noticing a tray of food on the sidetable. "Where'd you get the food?"
Molly blushed slightly as she answered. "James Potter brought it up after he heard what happened, everyone missed you at dinner, so he snuck into the kitchens for you, that was right decent of him. Oh, and there was a note too." She reached one chubby hand into her robes and pulled out a rather crinkled piece of parchment.
Lily,
Sorry about earlier, running into you I mean. I thought you might be hungry...
Lily couldn't help but smile. "That boy..." she muttered softly to no one in particular as she tossed the note into the trash. She got off the bed and went over to look at what James had brought. She licked her lips at the delicious sight: meat pies, mashed potatoes, warm rolls, treacle fudge, various cakes, and two large tankards of butterbeer.
"Um... Lily," Molly tapped her softly on the shoulder. "May I have some?" Lily laughed and nodded as the two friends dug into the feast.
As she lay in bed later that night, Lily couldn't help but think about James. 'Maybe he's not so bad afterall... that, or the butterbeers' just got to me.' She laughs silently to herself, then rolled over and fell fast asleep.
A/N: Awwww... young hate. Well, stink around for the next chapter, who knows, Snape might enter the scene *X-files music*