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Chapter 3: An Important Admittance
There was a soft cough from the side. James didn't let go of the beautiful girl. He enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her perfect figure. There was a louder cough to the side.
Nickolas was walking down the hallway. Lily had just been sent to find James, and after a while he had been sent to find both of them! 'Where are they?' He thought. 'It can't have taken this long to find James!'
Nick stopped in his tracks. 'It couldn't be.' He thought. He saw the familiar blood-red haired, petite girl, holding James Potter, a friend of his. They were to close for his comfort. He was in love with Lily Evens, and if he wanted her heart, he'd better act. right after training. Nick gave a cough. They didn't budge or flinch. Nick gave a louder cough. This time, much to Nick's happiness, Lily pulled away.
He heard her small but beautiful voice say, "Promise me this James."
"Yes?" He asked, looking into her emerald green eyes.
"Promise me, that you'll tell me what's wrong, when you feel the time is right." She gazed at him, waiting for an answer. He dropped the gaze.
"Yes. I will, but the time isn't right yet." She nodded slowly, as if deciding something.
Nick decided to take this chance and walked up to them.
"Lily, James, where have you been?" He asked, looking at them suspiciously.
"Talking," Lily said, simply.
"Talking!? You're late, and you've been talking?" Nick said, harshly. He was jealous. He could tell something had sparked between them, and was very upset about it.
Lily grabbed the back of James' robes to keep him from advancing on Nick any further.
Her voice was low and dangerous, as she said, "Yes Nick, we were talking. Do you have a problem with that?"
Both teenage boys knew that she was battling storms of anger brewing inside of her. Her temper is worse then it had been at four years old, even though she had learned how to control it. You could still tell it was there. When her voice is low, it's a warning of the anger inside. When it is loud and low, she's having a hard time keeping it under control, and that's the point where you take off running. When she's yelling at you, she'll start either punching you or cursing you with her wand very soon. In any stage her temper's dangerous.
"N-no, le-let's just get off to class." Pure fear shines in his eyes, as the red head's temper simmers down.
"Good," She put out her arm to James, a small smile replacing her dangerously cool look, "Shall we?" She asked.
James took it, making a tingling feeling go up and down where he touched. She didn't flinch, she was used to it. "Let's.'
Nick walked ahead of them, as the three made their way down the cold hall way. He was sending them icy glares over his shoulder to the laughing couple, that could match the temperature of the hallway. Anger burned inside him. How does James have a right to flirt with "His girl?" He had none.
As they entered the large, damp, cold, training quarters, they separated in a line. Malfoy sneered at them.
"Voldemort won't be happy when he finds out his Demon Children are. late," He said, cruelly. "So. you had better act better then you have or the master hears."
Malfoy wiped a lump of white-blond hair out of his face. He felt giddy, that he had a threat against the Demon Children.
Lily would have whimpered, but she knew that that would only get her in more trouble with Voldemort. She was afraid of Voldemort. Ever since 4 years old, Lily had had a growing fear of him. She knew that someday she would have to concur this fear.
She looked over at James. He, had a look of determination on his face. 'How is he so brave?' She asked herself in her mind, but then she noticed his feat were moving. toward Malfoy. She panicked.
James felt a hand grab the back of his robes, restricting him from going any further without force. He looked back at the owner of the small, porcelain hand. It was Lily. Her eyes shines with plead and fear. He knew what she waned, and he would do anything for her. even this. It was hard for him, but he stopped.
After the classes were over, he walked out of the last classroom. Lily soon enough caught up with him. Lily put her hand on his shoulder, the same funny feeling stopping him in his tracks. James turned and faced her.
Her sweet voice came out husky, "Are you angry?" She asked.
"No, I just wish I could have hit him. at least once."
Lily laughed a hollow laugh, "You and me both know you'd be tortured, you'd go through more pain then he would. No matter how strong you are, this is Voldemort's lair."
"Bu-" James cut in, but Lily interrupted him.
"James hear me out." James went silent. "I love you." Lily was surprised that she felt no fear, "I truly do. You are the sweetest guy I kjnow, and I don't want you to get hurt or worse." She swallowed before she said that horrid word, "killed."
James looked at her, shocked, "D-did you j-just say.?"
She smiled and nodded.
"M-me too." She smiled at him, shyly.
"Well, I best be getting to my homework. Luckily, Veel was in a good mood today, huh?"
Veel is their "Regular school lessons" teacher. She's a nasty old hag, who thinks it funny when something bad happens to the Demon children, especially when Voldemort's involved. Her evil cackle will send chills up and down your spine. You also best not make a mistake, otherwise you'll get in huge trouble, even for breathing wrong. In classes, she's always looking over your shoulder and breathing down your back, making you nervous.
"Is Veel ever in a good mood?" James asked, making Lily laugh. She gave one last wave and walked away. James watched her retreating back disappear down the hallway. He smiled to himself. She loved him! He was practically floating down the hall as he walked back to his room.
A special thanks goes out to my Reviewer, whom are: Querty Lilyflower4u2nv WhiteIvy Elle Shrouded Spirit
Sorry that I haven't posted in a couple of days. I have a bunch of it written on a piece of paper, but I also have to type it on the computer, so it'll take a bit for my next post. Be patient, as you already have.
Chapter 3: An Important Admittance
There was a soft cough from the side. James didn't let go of the beautiful girl. He enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her perfect figure. There was a louder cough to the side.
Nickolas was walking down the hallway. Lily had just been sent to find James, and after a while he had been sent to find both of them! 'Where are they?' He thought. 'It can't have taken this long to find James!'
Nick stopped in his tracks. 'It couldn't be.' He thought. He saw the familiar blood-red haired, petite girl, holding James Potter, a friend of his. They were to close for his comfort. He was in love with Lily Evens, and if he wanted her heart, he'd better act. right after training. Nick gave a cough. They didn't budge or flinch. Nick gave a louder cough. This time, much to Nick's happiness, Lily pulled away.
He heard her small but beautiful voice say, "Promise me this James."
"Yes?" He asked, looking into her emerald green eyes.
"Promise me, that you'll tell me what's wrong, when you feel the time is right." She gazed at him, waiting for an answer. He dropped the gaze.
"Yes. I will, but the time isn't right yet." She nodded slowly, as if deciding something.
Nick decided to take this chance and walked up to them.
"Lily, James, where have you been?" He asked, looking at them suspiciously.
"Talking," Lily said, simply.
"Talking!? You're late, and you've been talking?" Nick said, harshly. He was jealous. He could tell something had sparked between them, and was very upset about it.
Lily grabbed the back of James' robes to keep him from advancing on Nick any further.
Her voice was low and dangerous, as she said, "Yes Nick, we were talking. Do you have a problem with that?"
Both teenage boys knew that she was battling storms of anger brewing inside of her. Her temper is worse then it had been at four years old, even though she had learned how to control it. You could still tell it was there. When her voice is low, it's a warning of the anger inside. When it is loud and low, she's having a hard time keeping it under control, and that's the point where you take off running. When she's yelling at you, she'll start either punching you or cursing you with her wand very soon. In any stage her temper's dangerous.
"N-no, le-let's just get off to class." Pure fear shines in his eyes, as the red head's temper simmers down.
"Good," She put out her arm to James, a small smile replacing her dangerously cool look, "Shall we?" She asked.
James took it, making a tingling feeling go up and down where he touched. She didn't flinch, she was used to it. "Let's.'
Nick walked ahead of them, as the three made their way down the cold hall way. He was sending them icy glares over his shoulder to the laughing couple, that could match the temperature of the hallway. Anger burned inside him. How does James have a right to flirt with "His girl?" He had none.
As they entered the large, damp, cold, training quarters, they separated in a line. Malfoy sneered at them.
"Voldemort won't be happy when he finds out his Demon Children are. late," He said, cruelly. "So. you had better act better then you have or the master hears."
Malfoy wiped a lump of white-blond hair out of his face. He felt giddy, that he had a threat against the Demon Children.
Lily would have whimpered, but she knew that that would only get her in more trouble with Voldemort. She was afraid of Voldemort. Ever since 4 years old, Lily had had a growing fear of him. She knew that someday she would have to concur this fear.
She looked over at James. He, had a look of determination on his face. 'How is he so brave?' She asked herself in her mind, but then she noticed his feat were moving. toward Malfoy. She panicked.
James felt a hand grab the back of his robes, restricting him from going any further without force. He looked back at the owner of the small, porcelain hand. It was Lily. Her eyes shines with plead and fear. He knew what she waned, and he would do anything for her. even this. It was hard for him, but he stopped.
After the classes were over, he walked out of the last classroom. Lily soon enough caught up with him. Lily put her hand on his shoulder, the same funny feeling stopping him in his tracks. James turned and faced her.
Her sweet voice came out husky, "Are you angry?" She asked.
"No, I just wish I could have hit him. at least once."
Lily laughed a hollow laugh, "You and me both know you'd be tortured, you'd go through more pain then he would. No matter how strong you are, this is Voldemort's lair."
"Bu-" James cut in, but Lily interrupted him.
"James hear me out." James went silent. "I love you." Lily was surprised that she felt no fear, "I truly do. You are the sweetest guy I kjnow, and I don't want you to get hurt or worse." She swallowed before she said that horrid word, "killed."
James looked at her, shocked, "D-did you j-just say.?"
She smiled and nodded.
"M-me too." She smiled at him, shyly.
"Well, I best be getting to my homework. Luckily, Veel was in a good mood today, huh?"
Veel is their "Regular school lessons" teacher. She's a nasty old hag, who thinks it funny when something bad happens to the Demon children, especially when Voldemort's involved. Her evil cackle will send chills up and down your spine. You also best not make a mistake, otherwise you'll get in huge trouble, even for breathing wrong. In classes, she's always looking over your shoulder and breathing down your back, making you nervous.
"Is Veel ever in a good mood?" James asked, making Lily laugh. She gave one last wave and walked away. James watched her retreating back disappear down the hallway. He smiled to himself. She loved him! He was practically floating down the hall as he walked back to his room.
A special thanks goes out to my Reviewer, whom are: Querty Lilyflower4u2nv WhiteIvy Elle Shrouded Spirit
Sorry that I haven't posted in a couple of days. I have a bunch of it written on a piece of paper, but I also have to type it on the computer, so it'll take a bit for my next post. Be patient, as you already have.