It was a chilly Saturday in November, and the first quidditch match of the year was about to commence. It was Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. Felicity, Lily, Sirius, Peter, Remus and Amus were lined up against the front row of the Gryffindor observation tower. The two teams were soaring around the pitch, doing tricks and showing off to the observers. James was racing down to the ground at top speed and quickly pulling up out of dangers grip seconds before he hit the hard cold ground. Lily and Felicity would gasp in horror every time he did it, but laugh and smile after he pulled up again. He did many different tricks with his broom, much to Wood's dismay.
"Potter!" Wood yelled across the pitch from his position in front of the middle goal. James just grinned devilishly and headed at top speed for Wood. "P-Potter," he warned, with a look of pure fear glinting in his eyes. Wood covered his face and yelled "Stop!" all the way until James flew a few inches in front of Wood, before turning up to the sky and doing a loop. From her seat, Lily could see Wood's angry face and James' broad grin as he flew around.
Madam Giselda, the flying teacher and quidditch match referee had called for their attention. James flew gently into his position, finally concentrating on something. He looked across to the Ravenclaw seeker, Henry Jones. James then directed his attention to the six chasers beneath him.
"A nice, clean game!" Madam Giselda yelled, throwing up the quaffle and blowing her whistle.
"Aaaaand the first match of the season has started ladies and gentlemen!" a loud voice boomed across the crowd. James was circling the pitch
It was an intense quidditch game, and Lily tried to not take her eyes off James. But when he kept weaving in and out of the observation towers in hot pursuit of the golden snitch, it became increasingly difficult. When James finally caught the snitch, winning the game for Gryffindor, Lily was sure she cheered the loudest. Sirius clapped and yelled out, nudging Lily in the side and winking. Lily smiled and continued cheering.
Back in the Gryffindor common room that evening, James was sitting at his seat by the fire place. The Gryffindor team had been smothered in hugs and kisses from their house, grateful for their spectacular win. The other members of the Gryffindor team were all completing homework assignments, all except for James. Remus was sitting down in the chair beside him, a small wooden coffee table in between them. Remus' head was bent down scribbling away at some Charms homework. Remus looked over at James, who was staring intensely into the fire. Remus sighed.
"James, it's due on Monday." Remus said, referring to the essay he had been slaving over for the past hour. James looked up at Remus as if coming out of a daze.
"Hmm? Oh, I'll do it tomorrow." He said, waving it off. Remus rolled his eyes and went back to writing after cracking his knuckles.
"Guess who." Came a soft voice, and two hands covered James' face. James smiled.
"Father Christmas?" he joked. Lily smirked and leaned over the back of the chair. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and smiled.
"Thanks for winning for us," she said as she walked around the chair and sat upon James' lap. James smiled in response.
"Ah it was easy," James bragged. Lily laughed.
"I'm sure it was." She said, and leaned back on his chest. James rested his chin on her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her tightly as they both stared into the warmth of the fire. Lily closed her eyes and sighed, holding James' hands.
The next week was busy, what with James' quidditch practices and the increasing amount of homework they had both been assigned. Lily and Felicity were studying in the library one day, when Malfoy and Snape arrived in all the greasy Slytherin glory.
"Ah, good to see a mudblood can mingle with the pure." Malfoy hissed at Lily. Lily looked up, and Felicity just stared at him in shock.
"What did you say?" Felicity whispered with a look on her face that indicated that in a moment she would scream. Snape's disgusting grin formed on his face and he snapped,
"Keep your nose out of it." Malfoy nodded at Snape to settle down, and he did so.
"Miss Evans, I need a word with you." Malfoy said in a sing-song voice, maliciously undressing her with his eyes. "In private." He added with a glint in his eyes that made Lily shiver.
"I'm a bit busy." She said quietly, her fear filled eyes not able to break away from his intense stare.
"Well, when you do have the time Miss Evans, I'd like to have a little chat." He said, and with that, turned on his heal and went about his studies. Felicity put her hand on Lily's shoulder comfortingly.
"He's the only one that cares you're muggle born … you know that, right?" Felicity asked, making sure the latest insult hadn't affected her.
"Yeah, I know." Lily nodded, clearing her throat and getting back to work. She was already behind on several projects. I shouldn't have stayed up all night. She thought, regretting letting James convince her to sneak away to the astronomy tower the previous evening.
As everyone was getting ready to go to dinner, Lily had to make a quick detour to Professor Hardbroom, the potions master. She had to hand in an extra assignment to the Slytherin head, and then be escorted to the Great Hall. Rumours she had heard from the Hufflepuffs in Herbology that the dungeons were dangerous at night had given her a bit of a scare, but she tried to push it out of her mind as she walked down the icy cold corridor. She knocked on the dungeon door and it opened quickly.
"Yes?!" spat Hardbroom. Lily blinked, and stuttered.
"M-my assignment, Professor." Lily said, handing it to him. Professor Hardbroom snatched it out of her hands.
"Very well, off you go." He hissed.
"B-but sir, I'm supposed to have a-an escort?" she asked timidly.
"Oh for heavens sakes girl," he turned around and pointed at something inside the classroom. "You, take Miss Evans to the Great Hall in case a boogie man tries to eat her." He sneered and left to go back to his desk. The something Hardbroom had pointed at was actually a someone, and that someone was Lucius Malfoy. Lily's face fell immediately.
"Miss Evans," Malfoy's lips curled into a smile. "So good to see you," he said so softly it was almost non-existent. "Shall we?" he asked. Lily groaned inwardly and started off for the Great Hall quickly.
"Last time I checked," Malfoy said, quickening his pace. "We aren't in a race." Lily stopped suddenly, leaving Malfoy to go a few steps too far and look behind him. "What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Why were you with Professor Hardbroom in the first place?" she inquired curiously, trying to put two and two together without assuming things and making five. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her.
"Surely you're not trying to be nosey Miss Evans?" he asked.
"My name is Lily." She corrected him. "Why do you keep calling me by my last name?" she asked, getting angry. Lucius looked at her fully for the first time, and said in spite of himself,
"You know, you're quite beautiful when you're angry." Lily's eyes widened and she almost fell over.
"What? Can we please just go to the Great Hall?" she pleaded with him. Lucius smirked and turned on his heel.
"Very well," he said, and went off in the wrong direction.
"Malfoy," Lily called, but he ignored her. "Where are you going?! What do you think you're do—" Lily followed him, but once they turned the corner, Malfoy grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. Lily's face was full of fear, while Malfoy's was full of lust and desire. "What are you doing? Get off me!" she said, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. "Malfoy, stop it!" she said, scratching his hands until they bled, trying to stop them from going up her kilt. Malfoy pressed his whole body against hers as she screamed for help.
"Everyone's at dinner Miss Evans." Malfoy sneered, and kissed her viciously, biting her bottom lip. Lily spit in his eye and he yelled out.
"You'll wish you hadn't done that." He said, rubbing his eye and then continuing his search of her body, and tugging her hair so she wouldn't move.
"Stop! Malfoy stop it!" she screamed in pain. Malfoy was no longer listening to her shrieks of pain and discomfort, he was too busy pleasing himself to care. Someone help me, she prayed.
Ahhh a very bad cliff hanger. Whatever!