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CHAPTER SIX
Lily's hand shook as she raised the silver fork to her lips. The circles around her eyes were minute, (especially because of gobs of cover-up expertly applied by Yvette, an adoring third-year Hufflepuff), but still there. From the moment she had walked in the Great Hall, Claire had noticed.
"Lils," she said haltingly. "You sure you're okay?" Lily slammed her fork down, causing a sphere of chatter to die down around her.
"Yes!" she screamed, glaring at her best friends. In the confrontation, Kate had rushed over from the Ravenclaw table. (She had been talking to her sister.) The panting Slytherin laid a hand on Lily's arm.
"Lily, come now. We all know you snuck out last night with an invisibility cloak, and came back without one. Lucius and Severus were out on the same night." Suddenly suspicious, she withdrew her hand. "I know what you're capable of, Lily, but not a threesome? Especially with Snape?" Lily, working her face furiously, finally gave up and laughed.
"No! Sinistra, I would never-" she cut off suddenly, making a garbling sound in her throat that could have been a growl. Kate and Claire turned and knew why.
James Potter, flunked by the inevitable group of Gryffindor friends, had appeared from out of nowhere. The hush that fell over the Hall was far vaster than it had been a moment ago. The silence was complete only a moment, for a suppressed buzz broke out a second later.
Instead of the usual sneer that accompanied his all-too-big head, James was wearing an almost concerned look. Claire and Kate's mouth immediately turned up in identical sneers, but Lily's face remained passive.
"May I talk to you?" directed James to Lily. He glanced about the tight- knit group surrounding him and his conversation aim. "I mean, privately?" Lily hesitated a moment small enough that not even Claire and Kate noticed, and let out a derisive snort. She stood, waving the hall's silence with a single sweep of her manicured hand.
"Ja- Potter wishes him and me to have a PRIVATE little chat!" she said in an amused voice that only had to be raised slightly. "Should I?" there was a whole-hearty 'NO!' from roughly half the students in the Hall. She smirked triumphantly, folding her arms across her chest.
For a moment her smile faltered, for behind James a group was growing. Rough Gryffindors, a few Ravenclaws, and a handful of Hufflepuff. Had she known that behind her a similar assembly was grouping, she would have been much more confidence in her next jeer.
"I see you're madly in love with me, Potter. Why else would you want to go and knock me in the broom closet?" her voice was sing-song and tormenting, and James's face went an ugly puce. He struggled with emotions and drew one conclusion: last night had meant nothing. With an almost audible sigh, he lifted his shoulders in a shrug.
"That's not what you said last night," the comment was simple and heavy with sarcasm. James set his mouth in a triumphant line. It was Lily's turn to flush at the cat-calls and whistles from James's side and mutinous mutterings from her own. She opened her mouth to say something, decided against it, and slapped James with all her might.
This was not a soft love-slap, or even a disgusted-with-herself slap like it had been last night. It wasn't even a Snape-slap, which was powerful enough. No, it was full-fledged hate-slap, and it left a bright red welt on the side of James's face. With a roar, the Gryffindors and Slytherins sprung to action, jumping on one another like animals. Numbly, Lily wondered why the teachers at the head table were not interfering when a voice, loud and strong, washed over the crowds of fighting students like a wave.
"Stop it! Stop it, all of you!" James didn't recognize the voice at first, and then its familiarity registered in his brain. He groaned.
"Remus, you fool!" he said in undertone, so that no one would hear him. His fellow Gryffindor continued.
"The teachers step out for a second, and look at you all! We're supposed to be students, not savages." The remark had little or no effect on the frozen student body, so Remus tried a different approach. "James, I'm ashamed. You Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs, I'd expect better." The statement laced with insults for the Slytherins nearly set off the fighting once more, had it not been for the Headmaster walking in at that very moment.
His blue eyes sparkled dangerously as he clapped his hands together. "Some sort of ritual, Mr. Lupin?" he said in a highly-trained voice.
"YES SIR," his magnified voice made Dumbledore flinch, so Lupin whispered the counter spell. "I mean, yes sir." In a flurry of limbs, Gryffindors detached themselves from Slytherins, and Slytherins removed closed fists from Gryffindor body parts. Dumbledore's eyes glittered again.
"And now you're finished, correct, Mr. Lupin?" Remus nodded meekly. It was obvious the Headmaster knew everything that had happened from his tone, and from the fact that he had always called Remus by his first name. "And you and your friends are going to help clean it all up?" Again, Remus nodded.
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Sirius groaned, swiveling his arm around in its socket. He sported a generous black-eye and a slit of a scab on his lip.
"That Dumbledore-" he began, before Remus chided him.
"Don't you dare say anything against Dumbledore! You know he could've suspended, even, (dare I say it), expelled us!" he shuddered. "And then all- " he looked furtively around. "Our, er- experiments would be for naught."
Sirius cuffed Remus on the back, lightly. "Our Remus, the peace-maker." He paused. "I still can't believe he made us clean it up. That's what the house-elves are for, after all-"
"Sirius!" said Remus hotly. James, seeing the beginning of a Gryffindor brawl, cut in hastily.
"You two stop! Remus is right, Sirius. Besides, if you're mad at anyone, be mad at me." Remus and Sirius both snapped out of each other's gazes to look at James. Remus quirked his head and Sirius spoke up.
"That's right," James's best friend said carefully. "What was it all about, anyway? I know you wanted us to stay out of it and all, but we had to escort you to the Slytherin table. Lily, James? Honestly." Sirius shook his head and laid a hand on James's shoulder. "What did you want with her anyway? And what did you do with her last night?" The last comment was made in jest, but James shook Sirius's hand off violently.
"Nothing! None of your damn business. We did nothing." Remus stared, and Sirius folded his slender arms across his chest. Both friends knew that James was in one of his 'moods.' They looked at each other knowingly and left the fifth year boys dormitory, going down to the common room.
James flopped onto a bed. Lily Lily Lily. He couldn't get her out of her mind. Running a hand distractedly through his messy hair, he sat up. Why had he done what he did last night? Did he even want to? She was a Slytherin! She was so beautiful. But she was a conceited wench! But she hadn't seemed so last night. Head swimming, he lay down once more, closing his eyes and willing sleep, even though it was only 7:45.
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The dormitory was dead silent. Lily glared at Kate with something remarkably like hatred. When she spoke, it was just above a whisper. "WHAT did you say?" she hissed in a deadly tone. Kate mumbled something Lily couldn't understand, and Lily almost slapped her. "Speak up!" she roared at her best friend. Kate quivered.
Claire stepped in. "You know, Lils, she might have something there." It was brave, but even Claire withered under the stare Lily gave her. As if on queue, Kate picked up where Claire left off.
"He's handsome, and popular, and you're single-" Kate stuck her chin out stubbornly. Persistence was her most aggravating attribute, but it came in handy when dealing with a moody Lily. "Lily Potter. It even sounds good!" Claire and Kate giggled mercilessly while Lily growled. "Not saying you'd ever go so far as marrying him. But still, Lily-"
"ENOUGH!" roared Lily, getting hot in the face. "How could you ever THINK such a thing! He's a GRYFFINDOR, Sinistra! And you, Avery, stop giggling. You're not much better! Get out. OUT!" Lily whipped out her wand and Claire and Kate stopped snickering at once. The swiftly flitted out of the room. Lily was deadly with her curses.
Lily sank prettily into her acid-green four-poster. "Lily Potter." she murmured, and almost slapped herself. Why had he kissed her? Had he even wanted to? He's a Gryffindor! But he's so handsome. But he's big-headed! But he hadn't seemed so last night... Her heart racing, she pulled her covers over her body. She closed her eyes but knew sleep wouldn't come any time soon.
Author's Note- *cackles mercilessly* Like that, don't you, my chickadees? I knew you would! I'm the MARVELOUS MAD MADAME MIM! I mean, DracosDramaQueen. So, I finished chapter six. Five pages! Wow! I hope that's enough Remus for you, by the way. I can't WAIT to see what BlondieChild does with chapter seven!
Author's Note- I have a request for more Lupin. I give you. Thee sixth!
CHAPTER SIX
Lily's hand shook as she raised the silver fork to her lips. The circles around her eyes were minute, (especially because of gobs of cover-up expertly applied by Yvette, an adoring third-year Hufflepuff), but still there. From the moment she had walked in the Great Hall, Claire had noticed.
"Lils," she said haltingly. "You sure you're okay?" Lily slammed her fork down, causing a sphere of chatter to die down around her.
"Yes!" she screamed, glaring at her best friends. In the confrontation, Kate had rushed over from the Ravenclaw table. (She had been talking to her sister.) The panting Slytherin laid a hand on Lily's arm.
"Lily, come now. We all know you snuck out last night with an invisibility cloak, and came back without one. Lucius and Severus were out on the same night." Suddenly suspicious, she withdrew her hand. "I know what you're capable of, Lily, but not a threesome? Especially with Snape?" Lily, working her face furiously, finally gave up and laughed.
"No! Sinistra, I would never-" she cut off suddenly, making a garbling sound in her throat that could have been a growl. Kate and Claire turned and knew why.
James Potter, flunked by the inevitable group of Gryffindor friends, had appeared from out of nowhere. The hush that fell over the Hall was far vaster than it had been a moment ago. The silence was complete only a moment, for a suppressed buzz broke out a second later.
Instead of the usual sneer that accompanied his all-too-big head, James was wearing an almost concerned look. Claire and Kate's mouth immediately turned up in identical sneers, but Lily's face remained passive.
"May I talk to you?" directed James to Lily. He glanced about the tight- knit group surrounding him and his conversation aim. "I mean, privately?" Lily hesitated a moment small enough that not even Claire and Kate noticed, and let out a derisive snort. She stood, waving the hall's silence with a single sweep of her manicured hand.
"Ja- Potter wishes him and me to have a PRIVATE little chat!" she said in an amused voice that only had to be raised slightly. "Should I?" there was a whole-hearty 'NO!' from roughly half the students in the Hall. She smirked triumphantly, folding her arms across her chest.
For a moment her smile faltered, for behind James a group was growing. Rough Gryffindors, a few Ravenclaws, and a handful of Hufflepuff. Had she known that behind her a similar assembly was grouping, she would have been much more confidence in her next jeer.
"I see you're madly in love with me, Potter. Why else would you want to go and knock me in the broom closet?" her voice was sing-song and tormenting, and James's face went an ugly puce. He struggled with emotions and drew one conclusion: last night had meant nothing. With an almost audible sigh, he lifted his shoulders in a shrug.
"That's not what you said last night," the comment was simple and heavy with sarcasm. James set his mouth in a triumphant line. It was Lily's turn to flush at the cat-calls and whistles from James's side and mutinous mutterings from her own. She opened her mouth to say something, decided against it, and slapped James with all her might.
This was not a soft love-slap, or even a disgusted-with-herself slap like it had been last night. It wasn't even a Snape-slap, which was powerful enough. No, it was full-fledged hate-slap, and it left a bright red welt on the side of James's face. With a roar, the Gryffindors and Slytherins sprung to action, jumping on one another like animals. Numbly, Lily wondered why the teachers at the head table were not interfering when a voice, loud and strong, washed over the crowds of fighting students like a wave.
"Stop it! Stop it, all of you!" James didn't recognize the voice at first, and then its familiarity registered in his brain. He groaned.
"Remus, you fool!" he said in undertone, so that no one would hear him. His fellow Gryffindor continued.
"The teachers step out for a second, and look at you all! We're supposed to be students, not savages." The remark had little or no effect on the frozen student body, so Remus tried a different approach. "James, I'm ashamed. You Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs, I'd expect better." The statement laced with insults for the Slytherins nearly set off the fighting once more, had it not been for the Headmaster walking in at that very moment.
His blue eyes sparkled dangerously as he clapped his hands together. "Some sort of ritual, Mr. Lupin?" he said in a highly-trained voice.
"YES SIR," his magnified voice made Dumbledore flinch, so Lupin whispered the counter spell. "I mean, yes sir." In a flurry of limbs, Gryffindors detached themselves from Slytherins, and Slytherins removed closed fists from Gryffindor body parts. Dumbledore's eyes glittered again.
"And now you're finished, correct, Mr. Lupin?" Remus nodded meekly. It was obvious the Headmaster knew everything that had happened from his tone, and from the fact that he had always called Remus by his first name. "And you and your friends are going to help clean it all up?" Again, Remus nodded.
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Sirius groaned, swiveling his arm around in its socket. He sported a generous black-eye and a slit of a scab on his lip.
"That Dumbledore-" he began, before Remus chided him.
"Don't you dare say anything against Dumbledore! You know he could've suspended, even, (dare I say it), expelled us!" he shuddered. "And then all- " he looked furtively around. "Our, er- experiments would be for naught."
Sirius cuffed Remus on the back, lightly. "Our Remus, the peace-maker." He paused. "I still can't believe he made us clean it up. That's what the house-elves are for, after all-"
"Sirius!" said Remus hotly. James, seeing the beginning of a Gryffindor brawl, cut in hastily.
"You two stop! Remus is right, Sirius. Besides, if you're mad at anyone, be mad at me." Remus and Sirius both snapped out of each other's gazes to look at James. Remus quirked his head and Sirius spoke up.
"That's right," James's best friend said carefully. "What was it all about, anyway? I know you wanted us to stay out of it and all, but we had to escort you to the Slytherin table. Lily, James? Honestly." Sirius shook his head and laid a hand on James's shoulder. "What did you want with her anyway? And what did you do with her last night?" The last comment was made in jest, but James shook Sirius's hand off violently.
"Nothing! None of your damn business. We did nothing." Remus stared, and Sirius folded his slender arms across his chest. Both friends knew that James was in one of his 'moods.' They looked at each other knowingly and left the fifth year boys dormitory, going down to the common room.
James flopped onto a bed. Lily Lily Lily. He couldn't get her out of her mind. Running a hand distractedly through his messy hair, he sat up. Why had he done what he did last night? Did he even want to? She was a Slytherin! She was so beautiful. But she was a conceited wench! But she hadn't seemed so last night. Head swimming, he lay down once more, closing his eyes and willing sleep, even though it was only 7:45.
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The dormitory was dead silent. Lily glared at Kate with something remarkably like hatred. When she spoke, it was just above a whisper. "WHAT did you say?" she hissed in a deadly tone. Kate mumbled something Lily couldn't understand, and Lily almost slapped her. "Speak up!" she roared at her best friend. Kate quivered.
Claire stepped in. "You know, Lils, she might have something there." It was brave, but even Claire withered under the stare Lily gave her. As if on queue, Kate picked up where Claire left off.
"He's handsome, and popular, and you're single-" Kate stuck her chin out stubbornly. Persistence was her most aggravating attribute, but it came in handy when dealing with a moody Lily. "Lily Potter. It even sounds good!" Claire and Kate giggled mercilessly while Lily growled. "Not saying you'd ever go so far as marrying him. But still, Lily-"
"ENOUGH!" roared Lily, getting hot in the face. "How could you ever THINK such a thing! He's a GRYFFINDOR, Sinistra! And you, Avery, stop giggling. You're not much better! Get out. OUT!" Lily whipped out her wand and Claire and Kate stopped snickering at once. The swiftly flitted out of the room. Lily was deadly with her curses.
Lily sank prettily into her acid-green four-poster. "Lily Potter." she murmured, and almost slapped herself. Why had he kissed her? Had he even wanted to? He's a Gryffindor! But he's so handsome. But he's big-headed! But he hadn't seemed so last night... Her heart racing, she pulled her covers over her body. She closed her eyes but knew sleep wouldn't come any time soon.
Author's Note- *cackles mercilessly* Like that, don't you, my chickadees? I knew you would! I'm the MARVELOUS MAD MADAME MIM! I mean, DracosDramaQueen. So, I finished chapter six. Five pages! Wow! I hope that's enough Remus for you, by the way. I can't WAIT to see what BlondieChild does with chapter seven!