Here is my one time Disclaimer:
None of HP or his friends belong to me
Nor the school that I can't see
JK Rowling has all the rights
But I'm a witch with gigabits!
Hehe you can tell THAT was original. Of course the plot and any thing you don't recognize are mine. Please review. ;)
Chapter One- The Escape
Around midnight they began searching for the right cell. McGonagall had told them the Evans girl was here. 'Now where the hell is she' he grumbled to himself. Dumbledore had thought himself quite clever to send him here. A taste of the muggle world the Headmaster had said. 'Yeah and what a crappy flavor it has.' Beside him the giant, Hagrid, peered in at the menacing criminals. One more step and he bumped into the lanky, smart- mouthed, kid Dumbledore had sent along with him. 'Failin' Muggle Studies he is. 'Tis a right shame, he might've made a good Auror, especially with those fancy tricks he has.'
"I've found her Hagrid! Look, see that glittery cell? There's a charm there."
The giant glanced down at the boy with a proud smile. They weren't exactly friends but he had secretly been watched from the hut for years. He was an excellent quidditch player.
"There's a sharp lad. Is she awake? Well go on, you can do me a favor and carry her."
From beneath jet-black hair two brown eyes glowered up at him. The giant chuckled as he swung the door off its hinges and the boy kneeled beside the bed. Hagrid knew that he was hoping she would awaken but also knew that it was no use. She may have laughed and smiled at McGonagall but she was exhausted.
"Oh go on James, just pick her up and let's go to Diagon Alley. Term starts tomorrow, you two can go and buy your things together."
The teenager didn't bother to pretend she was too heavy. In fact, once he had them off the bunk, he didn't even grumble. He hadn't heard much about what happened to her, but Hagrid warned him what not to say. Her family was definitely not an open conversational topic. He'd also warned about the tears. 'In no way am I to make fun or stop her from crying' he repeated to himself again. Dumbledore seemed very worried about this one.
"You're so cold" he murmured to her.
It was like she had been in a freezer, instead of a jail, for the entire day. 'Those muggles sure know how to do you in' he thought furiously. He had never lived in this world, it had never interested him enough, and now he had a real muggle-born girl in his arms whose beauty captivated him. She didn't really seem his type at all, but then the other girls he knew didn't look like this. Where had this flower-among-the-thorns been hiding?
"Feeling poetic lad?" Hagrid chortled.
James chuckled at his behavior as well. He was acting like a stupid lovesick puppy. He had Delia waiting for him at Hogwarts, why was he even thinking of some other girl.
"Hagrid? What do you think of Delia Roberts?" The giant glanced behind him concerned.
"The snobbish blonde? You're not thinking of datin' her are ya? I hear she's a right disappointment for an honest young lad like yourself."
The giant shifted his weight on the motorcycle before glancing back at the 'honest young lad' who happened to be howling with laughter. After a few moments he was able to calm himself down.
"Hagrid I've been with Delia for the past two years! Although when you put her that way it kind of sounds wasteful. And by the by she's not a complete disappointment. She's got some nice bows to her boring package." Hagrid 'mistakenly' threw his elbow into the teenager's head.
"James Potter there is more to a girl then her looks and the way she . . . performs! Delia may be rich but she ain't nuffin' but a slut in my book and I am ashamed of you."
The next morning Lily found herself wrapped in a pair of warm, well built, arms. She hadn't the foggiest idea of how she got where she was, but as she gazed at the sleeping face behind her she felt her heart flutter. 'At least it's a familiar face' she thought lightly. Gradually she turned her body so that she could face him. Potter really was something, he could make her hate him and like him at the same time. Lily's fingers lifted involuntarily to brush a dark bang away and then took it a step further to run over his strong jaw, his cute ears, his beautiful mouth. Lily loved the way it looked at that moment, the slight curl, and those amazingly white teeth that could make any girl stutter. 'Wait, teeth?!' her mind screamed.
"Good morning James" she mumbled.
James had been dreaming of his snitch when all of a sudden he had been pulled back to reality by something. He had almost opened his eyes until he heard the sharp intake of breath that had belonged to Lily Evans. He had been so tempted to speak but then he had felt the feathery soft caresses she had laid on his face. When she touched his lips he had trembled and it surprised him that she had been caught so unaware. It was now as she blushed prettily that he remembered where this flower had hidden. She had been with Faith Moonshine and her boyfriend Briar Thornbush.
"Good morning to you too. Feeling better?"
A lovely shade of pink stained her cheeks for the second time. He could tell he had her on edge, and some part of him actually felt bad. 'What's wrong with me? Why should I mind that she's nervous being with the charming and irresistible moi?' he asked himself. His smile grew wider as he remembered Sirius had once called him too cocky. Maybe that was it? 'Only part of it. You don't want to scare this one away' a voice inside him whispered. Lily Evans was no Delia, she was warm and above all she was real.
"I'm . . ." she couldn't force herself to say good, "I'm dealing. Thanks for rescuing me. It was really . . . decent of you."
Despite the grin she almost thought she saw a flicker of hurt in his chocolate eyes. Had she somehow insulted him? Did he think she was being sarcastic? Did he think her rude for still having one arm around him and the other returning to his mouth? 'Oh god after what's happened did you have to play a practical joke on me?' she wondered. Still, despite the embarrassing and awkward moments now and the heart-wrench she would get when he started ignoring her again later, she would rather have woken up with him than alone.
"I . . . thanks for staying with me. And if I sound rude or anything I . . ."
He cut her off the time honored way. Their mouths melded together and Lily felt herself die and be reborn. She had been kissed before of course but none of them had exhibited the smooth expertise or softness that he did. Despite his popularity with the ladies not many girls could say they had kissed James Potter. It wasn't so much that he was too picky, but more like he didn't have the time. Lily couldn't help but melt into him. She had gotten pity kisses at one time, and there was no pity here.
"James? Why . . . ?" she mumbled when they paused for air.
A hand unraveled itself from her crimson hair and slid to cover her mouth for a second. Whatever was happening to him, he didn't want it to stop. This feeling he had for her was intriguing and he didn't want either of them to really start analyzing it.
"Is it really such a bad thing? Can't we just see where this goes?" Lily didn't look into his eyes again. See where it goes? 'I'll show you where it goes!'
"I'm not one of your whores James. Thanks for curing my insane notions about you!"
None of HP or his friends belong to me
Nor the school that I can't see
JK Rowling has all the rights
But I'm a witch with gigabits!
Hehe you can tell THAT was original. Of course the plot and any thing you don't recognize are mine. Please review. ;)
Chapter One- The Escape
Around midnight they began searching for the right cell. McGonagall had told them the Evans girl was here. 'Now where the hell is she' he grumbled to himself. Dumbledore had thought himself quite clever to send him here. A taste of the muggle world the Headmaster had said. 'Yeah and what a crappy flavor it has.' Beside him the giant, Hagrid, peered in at the menacing criminals. One more step and he bumped into the lanky, smart- mouthed, kid Dumbledore had sent along with him. 'Failin' Muggle Studies he is. 'Tis a right shame, he might've made a good Auror, especially with those fancy tricks he has.'
"I've found her Hagrid! Look, see that glittery cell? There's a charm there."
The giant glanced down at the boy with a proud smile. They weren't exactly friends but he had secretly been watched from the hut for years. He was an excellent quidditch player.
"There's a sharp lad. Is she awake? Well go on, you can do me a favor and carry her."
From beneath jet-black hair two brown eyes glowered up at him. The giant chuckled as he swung the door off its hinges and the boy kneeled beside the bed. Hagrid knew that he was hoping she would awaken but also knew that it was no use. She may have laughed and smiled at McGonagall but she was exhausted.
"Oh go on James, just pick her up and let's go to Diagon Alley. Term starts tomorrow, you two can go and buy your things together."
The teenager didn't bother to pretend she was too heavy. In fact, once he had them off the bunk, he didn't even grumble. He hadn't heard much about what happened to her, but Hagrid warned him what not to say. Her family was definitely not an open conversational topic. He'd also warned about the tears. 'In no way am I to make fun or stop her from crying' he repeated to himself again. Dumbledore seemed very worried about this one.
"You're so cold" he murmured to her.
It was like she had been in a freezer, instead of a jail, for the entire day. 'Those muggles sure know how to do you in' he thought furiously. He had never lived in this world, it had never interested him enough, and now he had a real muggle-born girl in his arms whose beauty captivated him. She didn't really seem his type at all, but then the other girls he knew didn't look like this. Where had this flower-among-the-thorns been hiding?
"Feeling poetic lad?" Hagrid chortled.
James chuckled at his behavior as well. He was acting like a stupid lovesick puppy. He had Delia waiting for him at Hogwarts, why was he even thinking of some other girl.
"Hagrid? What do you think of Delia Roberts?" The giant glanced behind him concerned.
"The snobbish blonde? You're not thinking of datin' her are ya? I hear she's a right disappointment for an honest young lad like yourself."
The giant shifted his weight on the motorcycle before glancing back at the 'honest young lad' who happened to be howling with laughter. After a few moments he was able to calm himself down.
"Hagrid I've been with Delia for the past two years! Although when you put her that way it kind of sounds wasteful. And by the by she's not a complete disappointment. She's got some nice bows to her boring package." Hagrid 'mistakenly' threw his elbow into the teenager's head.
"James Potter there is more to a girl then her looks and the way she . . . performs! Delia may be rich but she ain't nuffin' but a slut in my book and I am ashamed of you."
The next morning Lily found herself wrapped in a pair of warm, well built, arms. She hadn't the foggiest idea of how she got where she was, but as she gazed at the sleeping face behind her she felt her heart flutter. 'At least it's a familiar face' she thought lightly. Gradually she turned her body so that she could face him. Potter really was something, he could make her hate him and like him at the same time. Lily's fingers lifted involuntarily to brush a dark bang away and then took it a step further to run over his strong jaw, his cute ears, his beautiful mouth. Lily loved the way it looked at that moment, the slight curl, and those amazingly white teeth that could make any girl stutter. 'Wait, teeth?!' her mind screamed.
"Good morning James" she mumbled.
James had been dreaming of his snitch when all of a sudden he had been pulled back to reality by something. He had almost opened his eyes until he heard the sharp intake of breath that had belonged to Lily Evans. He had been so tempted to speak but then he had felt the feathery soft caresses she had laid on his face. When she touched his lips he had trembled and it surprised him that she had been caught so unaware. It was now as she blushed prettily that he remembered where this flower had hidden. She had been with Faith Moonshine and her boyfriend Briar Thornbush.
"Good morning to you too. Feeling better?"
A lovely shade of pink stained her cheeks for the second time. He could tell he had her on edge, and some part of him actually felt bad. 'What's wrong with me? Why should I mind that she's nervous being with the charming and irresistible moi?' he asked himself. His smile grew wider as he remembered Sirius had once called him too cocky. Maybe that was it? 'Only part of it. You don't want to scare this one away' a voice inside him whispered. Lily Evans was no Delia, she was warm and above all she was real.
"I'm . . ." she couldn't force herself to say good, "I'm dealing. Thanks for rescuing me. It was really . . . decent of you."
Despite the grin she almost thought she saw a flicker of hurt in his chocolate eyes. Had she somehow insulted him? Did he think she was being sarcastic? Did he think her rude for still having one arm around him and the other returning to his mouth? 'Oh god after what's happened did you have to play a practical joke on me?' she wondered. Still, despite the embarrassing and awkward moments now and the heart-wrench she would get when he started ignoring her again later, she would rather have woken up with him than alone.
"I . . . thanks for staying with me. And if I sound rude or anything I . . ."
He cut her off the time honored way. Their mouths melded together and Lily felt herself die and be reborn. She had been kissed before of course but none of them had exhibited the smooth expertise or softness that he did. Despite his popularity with the ladies not many girls could say they had kissed James Potter. It wasn't so much that he was too picky, but more like he didn't have the time. Lily couldn't help but melt into him. She had gotten pity kisses at one time, and there was no pity here.
"James? Why . . . ?" she mumbled when they paused for air.
A hand unraveled itself from her crimson hair and slid to cover her mouth for a second. Whatever was happening to him, he didn't want it to stop. This feeling he had for her was intriguing and he didn't want either of them to really start analyzing it.
"Is it really such a bad thing? Can't we just see where this goes?" Lily didn't look into his eyes again. See where it goes? 'I'll show you where it goes!'
"I'm not one of your whores James. Thanks for curing my insane notions about you!"
