Author: Hermia Rosalind

Story title: Okay, Whatever

Chapter: Three

Pairings: Lily Evans/Sirius Black

Warnings: Het, AU, confusion.

Genres: Romance, mystery, humour.

Rating: PG-13.

Word count: 1552 (Ooh. D'you see that? That word count just shot right up)

Summary: AU, OotP-spoils. Lily Evans&Sirius Black: She knows he kissed her, he thinks she's a physco loony. Both of them are sure the other is lying. Neither of them know just how high up their engineered encounter goes or how far they went to ensure it happened. S/L.

Disclaimer: If your not getting the idea by now I suggest you worry about your sanity (or lack there of) as well as your memory.

Biggest edit yet. India's name, character and appearance has done a 360 because I wasn't really that fond of her before and was honestly starting to dislike her. Lily's full name has also changed. I suggest if you've read this chapter before to read it again anyway. If this is your a 'Okay, Whatever' virgin then I also suggest you read this chapter, because what kind of loser misses out a chapter of a 'fic they're reading? :ignores accusatory looks thrown at her in a rather Lily like fashion and reminds the many voices in her head that was an accident and is henceforth blamed on author alerts and authors who update too damn quickly: Please, don't be put off by my rather odd character and instead read on to...

Okay, Whatever

A Sirius & Lily fanfiction by Hermia Rosalind

It was times like these when Lily truly praised her patience, she may have to physically restrain herself from attacking Black, but-damnit! She would stay calm!

"Just, what, the hell did ya think you were doing Black?" Lily shrieked, her hands were placed angrily on her hips, her long crimson red hair was blowing in the wind and her glowing jade green eyes were glaring at the back of Sirius's head.

Sirius sighed and turned around, "Corey, for God's sake, we're o-" when Sirius saw her, he raised a single eyebrow to show his surprise, "Who the hell are you?" Sirius asked, simply and calmly.

Lilly Melanie Evans tapped her foot impatiently against the floor of the Three Broomsticks Pub and just looked at him, Sirius just looked right back.

Remus coughed softly and gestured discreetly from Sirius to Lily. James shrugged in response and drank deep from his tankard, choking in the process. Remus decided to ignore James-who was making silly noises-and watched instead the scene infolding in front of him with rapt attention.

"You kissed me!" The pretty redhead accused suddenly, startling Remus who was sure Sirius was trying to woo Annika Johnson. Something which Remus saw no point in anyway since Annika gave out the impression that she was neither heterosexual nor homosexual. James was frantically tapping him on the shoulder but Remus shrugged him off, trying to concentrate.

"I have no idea who you are, so I could have hardly kissed you." Sirius replied easily and properly truthfully, since the wolf could smell only annoyance, surprise, and the tiniest hint of bewilderment on his sable-haired friend. This only seemed to infuriate the Redhead more, her eyes narrowed and she roughly crossed her arms over her chest where Remus could just see a yellow and black tie peeking out.

This surprised Remus, he thought the fiery redhead would have been a Gryffindor, maybe a year below Sirius and James, or a girl from his own house of Ravenclaw, but a Hufflepuff? All the Hufflepuffs Remus had met were calm and patient, two qualities this girl obviously lacked. 'Oh well,' Remus thought with a shrug, she must have some traits of Hufflepuff house or she wouldn't be in there in the first place.

Finishing of his intentionally hot, but still fizzy orangeade, Remus discovered that Sirius was standing up and the redhead was reluctantly backing away. Remus-the wolf, Lupin corrected staunchly, could smell anger and confusion coming off her in waves though there was a small amount of dislike and- Remus wrinkled his nose and leaned forward as if to catch the last lingering whiffs of pulsing emotion, was that self-doubt? That didn't seem right, not in what he had seen so far, but then again he had lost half of the conversation much to his annoyance.

Shaking his head and standing up when Sirius looked over at James and himself pointedly. Remus glanced over to James, who had finally stopped with the ridiculous racket, to find him red face and glaring at him. Remus wondered, 'What was wrong with him?'

It was half an hour later when Peter Pettigrew and India Westwind found Lily silently fuming in a Three Broomstick's booth, a glass of untouched Pepsi in front of her. Peter glanced at India nervously, silently asking what to do. The Gypsy girl rolled her dark eyes heavenward, but took pity on the boy. Lily could appear scary sometimes, even to her best friends. "Go to Honeydukes and get her some choclat' me an' Lily'll meet ya there in a few." Peter nodded, and with one last glance at the scowling Lily he scurried out of the door.

"Hey babe, what's s'up?" India greeted, flashing a white-toothed grin at her best friend and plonking herself down across from Lily, her shiny black hair swishing as she did so, under one longing gaze in particular. Lily shrugged weakly and India frowned, leaning down to the hardwood floor she wrestled briefly with the shiny gold buckle on black rucksack before successfully unclasping it. She pulled out a yellow and black flask sporting the Huffelpuff badger. As she unscrewed the top India surveyed Lily with calculating eyes, "Those damn Ravie's finally fighting back, 'ey?" India guessed.

The side of Lily's mouth curved upwards. India eyes blazed, triumphant. Relentless, she ploughed onwards. "S'its a re'all pity ya know," she continued, scrutinising Lily and her emotions, "that they've finally grown some a tham famed brains and learned some defensive spells. Though I mus' say I'll dearly miss the pictures those stuck-ups make with moustaches and flailing limbs doing a ratha' accurate impressions of the river dance." A delightful smirk found it's way onto India's face, "Though I could do without the death threats and evil looks because somebody told them it was I who magicked the hourglass with illusion charms so it looked like they were in the negatives."

Lily grinned wickedly but hid it quickly, "I honestly have no idea what your talking about Indy." she said airily, inconspicuously looking just to the left off India's head.

India grinned sceptically, and turned to face the waitress who had just appeared. "Can I be gettin you lasses any thin' else?" Twenty-year-old Violetta Bat-Conley asked boredly, tapping her fluffy amethyst quill against her notebook of parchment, "Today's special is the roasted batwings seared with a light gillywater and plum sauce. It comes with a side dish of chips or broiled veggies."

India nodded, "Aye, I'll have a strawberry syrup and soda with ice and umbrella, if ya please, and not-Red," Lily rolled her eyes, "over there will 'ave a glass of raspberry twist water. I tank she's had too much of the caffeine."

"Have not," Lily muttered, sipping her pepsi defiantly as if to prove that India's before statement false.

India ignored her, "Thanks Letty." she smiled. India waited until Letty had sashayed away to the bar before she said, "Soooooo, Lilylicious. What's really going on in that pretty blonde head of yours?"

Lily sneered, at the 'blonde comment'. "Y'know I told you about that owl from Sillven-Ellm?" At India's nod she went on, "Yeah well she asked be to babysittin-"

"Wait." India hushed, holding her hand up to stop Lily from going further. Letty had returned with their drinks and was now watching them both curiously.

"Thanks again Letty." India smiled, taking her drink from one of the matron's many daughters and placing it on the table's surface without taking a drink. Lily accepted her raspberry water with a stiff nod and a polite murmuring of "Thanks, Voletta." taking a sip yet sliding it across the table as soon as Violetta had disappeared to take care of the throng of fifth and sixth years that had just came in.

Lily sighed, glanced around the busy Pub and mumbled quietly. "It's Black."

India raised an arched black eyebrow and removed the garish pink-and-green umbrella from her drink, after opening and closing the amusing device several times she finally placed it somewhat sheepishly into her front pocket at Lily's snapped, "Are you finished?"

"Anyway, you'll never gu-"

"Oh, oh, oh. Wait." Seeing Lily's death-o-glare at being interrupted again India was quick to redeem herself. "I just wanid to ask somethan'. Are we talking about Sirius Black or Regulus Black?"

Lily stared at India blankly. "R-Regulus Black?" Lily tilted her head in thought, her annoyance, like always, was quickly forgotten."Who in the goddesses name...?" Lily's face lit up with sudden thought, "Hey, is she that blonde third year that goes around with a tinfoil garland on her head?"

"Lily," India interrupted witheringly, "Lily, Regulus Black is a boy."

"Oh," Evans slumped down. "Oh, Okay then, then I have no idea who the hell that is."

India rolled her eyes, "Regulus Black is Sirius Black's younger brother."

"Oh."

A beat.

"Go on then." India urged.

Lily took one look at her friend and crossed her arms on the table, then rested her head atop them. "He kissed me!" Lily burst out suddenly, making the couple eavesdropping on the neighbouring table jump and spill some of their Butterbeer. "That in itself is a chargeable offence, but then when I confronted him about it he had the nerve to deny it!" Lily continued incredulously, as if such a think was unthinkable. "Called me a psycho loony," Lily said after a breath, "Accused me of being on fly. Can you believe that?"

India tapped the thick, onion-smelling liquid from her flask into her drink with a somewhat forlorn expression on her face and opened her mouth to reply, but Lily didn't waste any time for such silly things as answers to questions she asked, "I can't believe that, really though, can you believe that? The nerve! Seriously though, can you believe that?" Lily asked jitterly, downing nearly half of her Pepsi, wiping her mouth with her sleeve and then turning to India expectantly.

India looked at her in undisguised amusement and drank some of her strawberry syrup, soda and ice plus unidentifiable liquid and sans garish green-and-pink umbrella before she said matter-a-factly. "I, India Summer Westwind," India paused to point at herself, "believe that you, Lilly Melanie Evans," Indy pointed at Lily, "have had one waaaaaaaay to many Pepsis. Now drink your raspberry water, it'll calm ya down."

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