*man you guys are awesome...twenty-nine reviews!! I love you all (in a strictly platonic way...lol) Oh, and if any of you were wondering why I made Adrian gay...i liked his character (and his name) too much to make him one of those perverted girl-using assholes.*
Responses
Julia & Malu ~ your review was definitely, by far, the most interesting review I've ever read. lol I was highly entertained. Anyway, I had a comment about the whole James being strong vs. Harry weak thingie...just cuz harry was rather weak, it doesn't necessarily mean that James was weak(ish). Besides, Harry's two years younger than his dad is in this story so therefore, James has a two-year advantage and is more into his body (pretend that made sense...lol) than harry is. Plus it sounded better. Anyway, review again...i liked reading it. :)
Babygal ~ in answer to your concerns that I not do slash with Remus and Adrian. Don't worry. I love gay people and all, but I don't do slash. I just...no. Besides, I fully believe that Remus is straight...i'm not getting a gay vibe from him (whatever that means...lol)
~Disclaimer~ I don't own anything that seems recognizable to you...including dear Abby.
Chapter 3
Lying in bed later that night, Lily again went over the day's interesting events in her head. As she got to what happened in the Transfiguration classroom, she expected to feel a surge of anger against James. Oddly enough, she didn't. She felt more, well, butterfliey, like there were butterflies in her stomach. She could again see what had happened in her head...what she hadn't told Jessie.
--Flashback—
"This." James' expression suddenly got more serious and intense than she had ever seen it before. It sort of frightened her. He leaned in towards her, putting his arms around her and pulling her towards him, though he didn't have to work too hard to get her to him. She could feel her feet moving towards him of their own accord.
His eyes were mesmerizing her, trapping her in their gaze. She couldn't look away. She couldn't do much of anything except move closer. He was going to kiss her. She knew it. She wanted him to kiss her. She blinked, wondering where that thought had come from. Before she could ponder it too much though, his lips were on hers and he was kissing her. She kissed him back before she could think about it. She didn't want this to end, it felt so right!
Then it hit her. Hit her like a bus. She was kissing JAMES POTTER. The guy she had hated since she had first lain eyes upon him. She broke away from the kiss as quickly as she could. "What was that?!" she demanded.
"Erm...a kiss?" said James, blushing a little.
"Why?"
"Because...because..." he stammered, searching for a reason.
She felt slightly hurt. He didn't even have a reason for kissing her. Or no, he did...she was pretty, that was always the reason. She felt anger surging through her veins at the thought. "Get away from me." she hissed. "I never want to speak to you again."
Ignoring the hurt look on his face as best she could, she stormed out of the room, only pausing to grab her stuff.
--Flashback—
She had WANTED him to kiss her. She couldn't believe it. What was wrong with her? She had Adrian to kiss now. Forget about it. she told herself. It was a fluke. That's all.
With that semi-comforting thought, Lily closed her eyes and attempted to fall asleep. However, she laid awake contemplating it for much longer than she had planned.
*
The next morning at breakfast, Remus, Sirius, and Peter were all urging James to talk to Lily, to apologize.
"But...but...look at her!" James exclaimed. "She's surrounded by her friends. There is absolutely no way in hell I'm talking to her now."
"Fine." sighed Remus, wondering why he was always the Dear Abby of the group. "Get her alone and apologize then."
"But I'll need witnesses for when she fatally wounds me!"
"James!" Remus was reaching his wits end. "Are you a man or a mouse?"
"Squeak."
Remus threw an irritated glance at the ceiling, which was blue with clouds scudding across it.
"Don't be silly, Prongs." said Sirius. "Just because you've screwed up with a girl, it's no reason to have an identity crisis. You're the stag. Wormtail's the mouse."
"Rat, actually." corrected Peter.
James halfheartedly threw a piece of toast at Sirius' head. It crash-landed in his hair and slid down his face and onto his plate. "Ooh! Toast!" cried Sirius, as if he'd never seen it before, picking it up. Instead of putting it into his mouth, however, he pegged it at James' head. Unfortunately, he missed and hit Peter instead, who took the toast and hit Remus, who was sitting diagonal from him, instead of Sirius, who was sitting across from him. Sirius took the toast and randomly pegged it at a third year, yelling "Food fight!"
The unfortunate third year loaded up his spoon with oatmeal and aimed it at Sirius, but missed and hit a second year Ravenclaw sitting behind him. The Ravenclaw wiped her neck with her hand, grabbed her oatmeal, and dumped it on her friend's head.
An all-out food fight ensued, covering the Great Hall and the majority of students and teachers with an assortment of food. At one point, James was sure he saw Dumbledore flinging a bit of oatmeal a Professor Sprout. All too soon though, McGonagall came making her way through the throng of food-throwing kids. "Black!" she hollered as she slipped on a banana peel and landed in a blotch of oatmeal.
Sirius wiped a bit of oatmeal out of his eye. "Yes, Professor?" he asked innocently.
"My office! Now!"
"But, Professor--!"
"Now, Black!"
Sirius grinned at the Marauders, helped McGonagall up, and marched behind her out the doors.
*
Dumbledore had stopped the fight soon after and told everyone to go back to their dormitories and clean up before their first class. Lily and her friends had been giggling uncontrollably the whole way up. Jessie was happy to see that Lily seemed to be in a much better mood than she had been the previous night. At the moment, she was laughing with Shayne. "You should have seen the look on your face when Jacklyn pegged you with her omelette!" she exclaimed, helping Shayne pull the yellow pieces of egg out of her hair.
Shayne laughed. "And then yours when Maddy got you with her orange juice. Your blouse is so orange! It almost matches your hair!"
Lily giggled as they entered their dormitory. "I dibs the shower first!" she cried, racing Cara and Madeline for it. Having won, she slammed the door in their faces, laughing too hard for words. Cara and Madeline collapsed against the floor, laughing. "Come on, Lils! Hurry up!" yelled Jessie. "You're not the only one with crap in your hair!"
*
Lily was the first one successfully cleaned and changed, so she told her friends that she'd see them in class and, picking up her books for Herbology, skipped down the stairs to the common room. Upon first glance, the common room appeared empty, so she paid it no heed on her way through. However, unbeknownst to her, James was flopped in one of the armchairs, staring broodingly into the fire when he heard her, humming her way towards the portrait hole. Remus, who was curled up comfortably in the other armchair, gave James a significant look. "Go." he mouthed. At James' pleading look, Remus gave him a sharp look and pointed towards the portrait hole. "Go." he mouthed again.
Seeing that Remus wouldn't take no for an answer, James hauled himself out of the chair and scurried off after Lily.
He overtook her as she passed a statue of Molina the Moronic. Sucking up his pride, he tapped her on the shoulder.
"Yeah?" Lily said as she turned. "Oh. It's you. Go away."
"Will you listen to me?" he asked.
"What do you have to say that would possibly interest me?" she asked, wondering how exactly he brought out the bitch in her.
"Look, Lily," James said, starting to get angry. "I'm trying to apologize here!"
"Apologize for what, exactly?" asked Lily, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
"For kissing you." James knew the instant he said it that he had made a huge mistake.
"Oh, so you're saying that kissing me was a mistake? That you didn't mean to do it?" Lily's pride had been damaged and she was extremely angry. "Well, I've got news for you, buddy." she said, poking him in the chest. "You're not that great of a kisser anyway. I've had better."
James was highly infuriated now. He grabbed her hand from his chest. "You know, Lily," he began. "you should never tell a man he's a bad kisser."
"Why's that?" she demanded, attempting to wrench her hand from his strong grasp.
"Because," he said, yanking at her hand and pulling her closer. "It makes him want to try again."
Lily's mouth formed a small 'O' and she tried even harder to get her hand out of his grip. Unfortunately, she made the mistake of looking into his eyes again. The eyes that didn't want to let her go, the eyes that were just as intense as they were the night he had kissed her. The eyes she couldn't tear her sight away from.
*Cliffhangers!! You know you love them...or not...lol. Will James and Lily kiss again? ::grins wickedly:: Erm...lets go for ten reviews again...boost it up to forty! And then I'll update. Quick note: you might want to have that happen before Thursday, as I'm going away to what might as well be the desert Friday. (My grandparents are computer illiterate so the chances of an update happening this weekend are pretty slim. So review away! {Sorry this is so short btw...it seemed long when I was writing it...}*