Disclaimer - Read every odd chapter, I'm not güd at these things.
Author's Note - I KIND of copied part of this idea off of a broadway play. actually, only one thing. actually, only a word. but it's still there, and I'm still guilty! Sic no lawyers on me. (It was called Thouroughly Modern Millie. See it!)
Lily tapped her foot impatiently, the night air swallowing the minute noise. She checked her blinking watch, a present from her father. It was 12:03.
She sighed with annoyance. James was late. Of course, Lily couldn't really expect a Gryffindor to be punctual, but she had so hoped he valued his cloak above all this. Perhaps he didn't care at all, he was after all a very rich, snotty, pureblood.
At the thought of this Lily shivered despite the unusual warmness of the September night. It wasn't his money that bothered her, but rather his blood. Lily's weakness, one would say. For her darkest secret was that she, Lily Evans, Slytherin extraordinaire, leader of the pack at Hogwarts, was muggle-born.
Mudblood mudblood mudblood! She reinforced the word with power in her mind, bitterly reminding herself of the truth only she and Kate and Claire knew. Even to her best friends, with whom she would trust her life, it had been a struggle to come out with Lily's blood type at last. Unlike the rest of the Slytherins, she didn't enact in "blood huntings," in which her friends would torment muggle-borns and half-bloods until they burst into tears, or (if they retaliated) real blood. Whenever anyone would bring up the subject of her parents, she would become vague and distant, or vicious and defensive. It all depended on the mood she was in.
The sound of approaching footsteps jolted Lily out of her unpleasant thoughts. She flattened against the astronomy tower wall, forgetting that she was invisible. James appeared at last, cautiously looking over the trapdoor and pushing it up, jumping out. He carefully lay the door down, the wood making a slight "whump" as it dropped into place. Dusting himself off, he checked HIS watch and sighed with irritation.
'The nerve!' thought Lily, straightening from beneath the cloak. She couldn't help but deny herself one nasty notion as James strained to lift the heavy door into place. 'He is amazingly fit.' As soon as she considered it, she inwardly scolded herself. He was a GRYFFINDOR!
"James." her voice was low and husky, giving it a wonderfully mysterious sound. James jumped slightly and whipped out his wand, squinting into the darkness.
"You have come for your cloak." It wasn't a question. At the word cloak, however, James relaxed, suddenly realizing that the mystery woman was underneath it.
"Come on now, hon. Don't worry about the whole cloak thing. I'm sure we can work it out, say, over breakfast.?" he gave a roguish wink where, in his estimation, the voice was coming from. He missed Lily by about eight inches.
"Prig," said Lily, dropping her voice. James's face turned an ugly color.
"Oh, it's you," he said, in measured levels of contempt. "You know, I could just vault curses into the night, one of them's bound to hit you." He smiled triumphantly, his handsome features turning, (if possible) MORE perfect. For a small moment, a VERY small moment, Lily wished he wasn't a Gryffindor.
"And wake the whole school doing so." It was Lily's turn to smile. "Remember, you're not the one under the cloak." James seemed to have reached the same conclusion. He struggled for a moment, and then dropped his shoulders, sighing.
"What do you want?" he said, in a tone of great remorse. Lily let the cloak slide off her face, the moonlight falling directly on her features. A lock of hair strayed from beneath her loosely tied red hair as her legs involuntarily took her toward James.
"I don't know." It was the truth, but James thought Lily was toying with him. He tried not to concentrate on her perfect eyes, her perfect lips, and that perfect strand of hair falling across her face as he folded his arms, wand sticking out the side. She was extremely beautiful, but still a Slytherin. James wasn't one to go on looks alone.
"Stop it, Evans. You know what you want, and I'll be damned if I'll let you sit her and play with me like you do all your other suitors." He kept his voice level, but it was cunningly laced with a warning. Lily's mouth twisted into a scowl, her full lips as pretty as ever.
"Well, well, well, Potter. You think this is a game of cat and mouse? Guess who the mouse is." She moved closer, her vivid emerald eyes blazing with green fire. When there noses almost touched, she hissed silently, greatly amused.
"How mature," James' voice, loaded with sarcasm, forced himself to keep Lily's passionate glare and not flinch. For a moment time was frozen, Lily's head and James' body motionless. Lily broke the silence first.
"Gryffindor."
"Slytherin."
"Prig."
"Priss."
"Womanizer."
"Whore."
"Bas-" Lily was cut short as James drew her into an embrace, his lips and hers firmly against each other's. She struggled for a moment, and then relaxed, letting the cloak slip off of her. After a time, James pulled back, face white as a sheet.
"I didn't mean- Lily, I-" mentally shaking herself, Lily slapped James as hard as she could.
"-tard" she finished, as if nothing had happened. Yet she made no move to stop James as he grabbed his cloak and ran down the stairs. Lightly brushing her lips with her fingertips, she shook her head violently and made her own way down the steps, shaking ever so slighty.
A/N: OH MY GOODNESS! I had soooo much fun writing this chapter. I'm on a roll, I tell you. Two updates on the same day! Ah, the benefits of two writers. Until chapter six, my lurvleys, this is DracosDramaQueen signing off. *salutes*
Author's Note - I KIND of copied part of this idea off of a broadway play. actually, only one thing. actually, only a word. but it's still there, and I'm still guilty! Sic no lawyers on me. (It was called Thouroughly Modern Millie. See it!)
Lily tapped her foot impatiently, the night air swallowing the minute noise. She checked her blinking watch, a present from her father. It was 12:03.
She sighed with annoyance. James was late. Of course, Lily couldn't really expect a Gryffindor to be punctual, but she had so hoped he valued his cloak above all this. Perhaps he didn't care at all, he was after all a very rich, snotty, pureblood.
At the thought of this Lily shivered despite the unusual warmness of the September night. It wasn't his money that bothered her, but rather his blood. Lily's weakness, one would say. For her darkest secret was that she, Lily Evans, Slytherin extraordinaire, leader of the pack at Hogwarts, was muggle-born.
Mudblood mudblood mudblood! She reinforced the word with power in her mind, bitterly reminding herself of the truth only she and Kate and Claire knew. Even to her best friends, with whom she would trust her life, it had been a struggle to come out with Lily's blood type at last. Unlike the rest of the Slytherins, she didn't enact in "blood huntings," in which her friends would torment muggle-borns and half-bloods until they burst into tears, or (if they retaliated) real blood. Whenever anyone would bring up the subject of her parents, she would become vague and distant, or vicious and defensive. It all depended on the mood she was in.
The sound of approaching footsteps jolted Lily out of her unpleasant thoughts. She flattened against the astronomy tower wall, forgetting that she was invisible. James appeared at last, cautiously looking over the trapdoor and pushing it up, jumping out. He carefully lay the door down, the wood making a slight "whump" as it dropped into place. Dusting himself off, he checked HIS watch and sighed with irritation.
'The nerve!' thought Lily, straightening from beneath the cloak. She couldn't help but deny herself one nasty notion as James strained to lift the heavy door into place. 'He is amazingly fit.' As soon as she considered it, she inwardly scolded herself. He was a GRYFFINDOR!
"James." her voice was low and husky, giving it a wonderfully mysterious sound. James jumped slightly and whipped out his wand, squinting into the darkness.
"You have come for your cloak." It wasn't a question. At the word cloak, however, James relaxed, suddenly realizing that the mystery woman was underneath it.
"Come on now, hon. Don't worry about the whole cloak thing. I'm sure we can work it out, say, over breakfast.?" he gave a roguish wink where, in his estimation, the voice was coming from. He missed Lily by about eight inches.
"Prig," said Lily, dropping her voice. James's face turned an ugly color.
"Oh, it's you," he said, in measured levels of contempt. "You know, I could just vault curses into the night, one of them's bound to hit you." He smiled triumphantly, his handsome features turning, (if possible) MORE perfect. For a small moment, a VERY small moment, Lily wished he wasn't a Gryffindor.
"And wake the whole school doing so." It was Lily's turn to smile. "Remember, you're not the one under the cloak." James seemed to have reached the same conclusion. He struggled for a moment, and then dropped his shoulders, sighing.
"What do you want?" he said, in a tone of great remorse. Lily let the cloak slide off her face, the moonlight falling directly on her features. A lock of hair strayed from beneath her loosely tied red hair as her legs involuntarily took her toward James.
"I don't know." It was the truth, but James thought Lily was toying with him. He tried not to concentrate on her perfect eyes, her perfect lips, and that perfect strand of hair falling across her face as he folded his arms, wand sticking out the side. She was extremely beautiful, but still a Slytherin. James wasn't one to go on looks alone.
"Stop it, Evans. You know what you want, and I'll be damned if I'll let you sit her and play with me like you do all your other suitors." He kept his voice level, but it was cunningly laced with a warning. Lily's mouth twisted into a scowl, her full lips as pretty as ever.
"Well, well, well, Potter. You think this is a game of cat and mouse? Guess who the mouse is." She moved closer, her vivid emerald eyes blazing with green fire. When there noses almost touched, she hissed silently, greatly amused.
"How mature," James' voice, loaded with sarcasm, forced himself to keep Lily's passionate glare and not flinch. For a moment time was frozen, Lily's head and James' body motionless. Lily broke the silence first.
"Gryffindor."
"Slytherin."
"Prig."
"Priss."
"Womanizer."
"Whore."
"Bas-" Lily was cut short as James drew her into an embrace, his lips and hers firmly against each other's. She struggled for a moment, and then relaxed, letting the cloak slip off of her. After a time, James pulled back, face white as a sheet.
"I didn't mean- Lily, I-" mentally shaking herself, Lily slapped James as hard as she could.
"-tard" she finished, as if nothing had happened. Yet she made no move to stop James as he grabbed his cloak and ran down the stairs. Lightly brushing her lips with her fingertips, she shook her head violently and made her own way down the steps, shaking ever so slighty.
A/N: OH MY GOODNESS! I had soooo much fun writing this chapter. I'm on a roll, I tell you. Two updates on the same day! Ah, the benefits of two writers. Until chapter six, my lurvleys, this is DracosDramaQueen signing off. *salutes*