It was October 31, and the Halloween Feast was about to commence. Lily and Felicity had got all dolled up with their best robes, and Lily was brushing Felicity's thick hair for her.
"I want something different," Felicity explained as Lily worked with her hair. "Not just my plain little ponytail." She said.
"How about a bun?" Lily suggested.
"Hmm … yeah that might work. Can you twist some of my hair too?" she asked.
"Sure thing," Lily smiled and started working on her hair.
That evening, all the Gryffindors headed down to the Great Hall for the Halloween Feast. Felicity had gone to sit with some friends from fourth year, while Lily and James walked hand in hand surrounded by cat calling fifth years James knew. Lily couldn't help getting a bit red, but James squeezed her hand supportively, letting her know they were all just joking. James sat down beside Sirius, and Lily squeezed in on the bench between James and Remus.
"Hiya Remus," she greeted him with a smile.
"Hey Lil', up to no good?" he asked. Lily laughed lightly.
"What makes you say that?" she inquired, settling down at the table.
"You're with Potter," he smiled. Lily returned the smile, and looked to see James' reaction. He was leaning on his elbows, his chin resting on his linked hands. James just smiled and winked at her, then turned to see the middle aged headmaster who was standing at the teachers table, waiting for silence.
"Thank you," Professor Albus Dumbledore said, smiling under his short white beard at the crowd of students. "It is, as you know, Halloween. Therefore, let the feast begin!" with that, food magically appeared on the golden plates in front of them. The crowd at all the tables started bustling. There was chattering going on, eating, people passing cutlery and chicken wings, as well as pumpkin juice glasses being magically refilled.
"Good?" James asked Lily. Lily nodded, her mouth too full with potato to answer him. "Good," he smiled, and went back to talking with Sirius about some sort of map. Lily wasn't too interested, and decided to talk with Remus.
"Enjoying it?" Lily inquired. Remus nodded, gulping down his pumpkin juice.
"I never get this kind of luxury at home," he admitted. Lily nodded.
"Me neither." She said. A sudden look of realization spread across Remus' face.
"I keep forgetting you're muggle born. I mean, you're such a good witch it's hard to believe you weren't born to my aunt or something." He said. Lily smiled, grateful for the compliment.
"Thanks Remus." she said.
At the Slytherin table, Malfoy and Snape were muttering to one another, not taking their eyes off the back of Lily and James' heads.
"You saw what Potter would have done," Snape said in his defense. "He's insane about that Evans girl." Malfoy's long nose went up higher, as he stared at Lily's silky brown hair.
"She may be a mudblood, but I can't stand to see Potter happy." Malfoy said, narrowing his cold grey eyes. "You're a much higher skilled duelist then Potter is … however I think our first plan of attack will be on the quidditch pitch." Malfoy sneered. Snape's lips curled into a sinister smile as he agreed with glee. "I'm still working on my father to see if he'll get you on the team." Malfoy said, sipping his pumpkin juice casually. Snape nodded thankfully, and sank his teeth into some turkey.
Around midnight, the feast ended. Lily was extremely tired and about ready to fall asleep right there in the Great Hall. With the final words from Dumbledore, the students all got up and made their way for their houses. James slung his arm over Lily's shoulder, and Lily rested her head on his shoulder as they walked out of the Great Hall. Sirius, Remus and another fifth year, Amus Diggory, were walking just ahead of Lily and James. As they entered the Main Hall, where different house members were splitting up, they had to come to a complete stop to wait for the congestion to fizzle out. Lily didn't even notice that right beside her was Lucius Malfoy.
She didn't notice, that is, until she heard someone whisper, "Hello there mudblood." Lily looked up from resting her head on James' shoulder and saw Malfoy's cold eyes winking at her as he and Snape drifted off to the dungeons. Lily looked up at James.
"Something wrong?" James asked, looking down at Lily. "What? What is it?" he asked with more urgency this time. Sirius turned around to look at them, wondering what was going on.
"N-nothing," Lily lied hastily. "I'm just really tired." She said, looking down at her feet. Luckily James was too tired to tell she was, in all honesty, upset. He took her hand and pushed through the crowd, knocking little first years out of his way.
"C'mon Lil', I'll get you to the common room." He said, hurrying his pace and continuously knocking people and shoving them to the side. Lily, who was walking slightly behind James, was apologizing to everyone he pushed.
In the common room, James and Lily stood by the entry to the dorms. He took her hands in his and closed his eyes, and bowed his head. Lily tiled her face upwards, closing her eyes. Their lips met softly, and then Lily's mouth opened slightly and she caressed James' tounge with her own. The kiss was long and tasteful, and they slowly broke apart just as the other Gryffindors were entering. Some older seventh years were cat calling, but James ignored them. He kissed Lily again softly, and she smiled at him after they broke apart.
"Goodnight," James said softly.
"Goodnight James," Lily responded sleepily, and walked up the stairs to her dorm.
"You know, I think Malfoy was right. You guys do need a room." Peter teased, and James punched him playfully in the arm. James lead the way to the fifth years dorm, and they all got undressed and ready for bed. Sirius, Remus, Peter, and the others were all asleep. All except for James. He lay awake, his arms behind his head as he lay on his back. He thought about Lily, as he did every night. But tonight was different. If it hadn't had been for those annoying seventh years, James would've told Lily just exactly how he felt about her. They were good thoughts, or so James hoped. He looked to his right to see Lily's picturing waving and blowing him kisses on his bedside table. A smug grin played at his lips as he blew out the candle beside him, turned on his side and tried to go to sleep.
I suck didley-uck! Hehe. Please R&R so I know how poorly I'm doing!