A/N:
Well, my birthday was full of shit and sucked like hell. And I got lots of
plenty of bad news so I'm not in a very good move. So to cheer me up (and
keep up with this story) I decided to go on and update early.
I changed Lily's year: she is now a Seventh year as well, otherwise, the storyline wouldn't work too well...it has been changed in chapter one.
I hope you love this chapter, and I promise, my mood will not reflect in the story...I think... And I like my title...
Prongs
Chapter III: Herbology Mayhem
"Good Morning 7th Years!" Professor Blossmere sang as she 'skipped' her way into the room, holding two extra pots of soil in her hand and slammed then in front of Ron and Hermione.
"Today I will be teaching you how to root and grow your very own Devil's Snare, won't that be just DELIGHTFUL!" she exclaimed, pumping her fist in the air then clapping.
Everyone only stared at her blankly, Ron fighting back the urge to laugh.
"Well alright then!" she called slapping the nearest student to her on the back with a hearty laugh, the student crying out as he stumbled out of the chair and crashed to the floor.
Professor Blossmere...was well...a little off. She was ALWAYS smiling and cheerful, most times for no apparent reason. She was a short, round woman just as the would be Professor Sprout, that wore absolute nothing but green...she had even managed to make her hair green. She looked to be in her mid twenties.
"So lets begin students-oh no WAIT! We MUST get to know I knew students first!" she rounded on the trio, laughing slightly as she bounced over to them, coming to stand behind a rather nervous Harry and a red faced Ron who was biting his lower lip.
"Okay, where do you three lovely young people come from?" she cooed, giving Harry a small hug.
Hermione cast Harry a look with an eyebrow raised who only hunched slightly as Ron broke out into a high pitched fit of laughter.
"That's the spirit! Laughter is what makes a person lovely! Laugh laugh laugh!" she sang as she swayed back and forth, still holding on to Harry's shoulders.
"...I think she needs a dose of Ratlin..." Hermione mumbled, making Harry snicker.
"Come on, come on! Don't be shy! Let's here it!" she encouraged Hermione, taking two swift steps to stand beside her.
"Well...um...I'm Hermione Granger. And I use to go to a private school in Britain...it was a special school for muggle borns with extraordinary magical abilities."
"Well just posh for you dear!" she sang, giving Hermione a small hug then moved to stand behind Ron, who just seemed to be calming down.
"And how about you, Mr. McDonald?" she asked.
"...uh...yeah...I am Ron. And I went to school in um...Egypt?"
"How exotic that must have been, sleeping with the camels!" Professor Blossmere gushed as she ran in place and clapped her hands. Ron watched this and slowly turned to look at Harry, then the other students who only sat, looking on in amusement.
"But tell me, are you any relation to the clown that runs that cute little muggle restaurant?" she questioned with high anticipation.
"Um...who?"
"You know! The tall little clown man with curly red hair and big floppy shoes!" she exclaimed. "He's very funny, always giving the kids free meals. I BET that's you father, isn't it. Yes, Ronald is a family name isn't it?"
Hermione and Harry snickered, as well as most of the muggle borns as Ron only looked on in confusion.
"...my father...is not a clown. And I'm not related to anyone in the muggle world...I don't think anyway..." Ron replied slowly.
"Nonsense, don't be ashamed of your father, he's funny!"
"He's NOT my father, he's a clown. I don't even know what restaurant your talking about!" Ron insisted.
"That's alright dear, you'll get over your embarrassment, it only takes a little time," she reassured him, patting him sympathetically on the back then moving on to Harry.
Ron stared after her, his eye twitching slightly. "What...in the hell...?"
"Why look at you!" she gushed, giving Harry yet, another quick hug. "You're as cute as a button, yes you are! You look just like James, don't you know!"
Harry gave a nervous laugh and shot his father a look who only hunched back at him in reply.
"You must be his little brother!"
"...Um...no ma`am..."
"Oh? You must be his long lost twin then! Oh what happened? Why haven't you been coming to Hogwarts before! I would have loved for you to be here before now!" she gushed hugging him again.
"...I'm not his brother either...I'm not even related..."
"Oh YES you are!" she insisted turning around to stare at James. "Shame on you!" she scolded at him, wagging a finger his way. "Disowning your little brother when he's just sooo cute!" she gave Harry's shoulders a small squeeze.
James looked at her with a questioning look, an eye brow raised as he turned and whispered something to his fellow Marauders, who all nodded in agreement.
"Don't you go whispering about me James Potter, you naughty boy you! Two points from Gryffindor for being a meany to your brother!" she replied sternly, much to James disbelief as well as Harry's, and hugged him slightly again before marching to the head of the class.
Most of the Slyterins were snickering, a certain group of them staring at the trio steadily, most of their cold eyes trained on Hermione now.
"So let the lesson begin!" she rang. "How can tell me what Devil's Snare is!"
Four hands shot up, Hermione's included as she hopped a small bit as she normally did when she really knew the answer.
"Aw yes...how about you Miss...Grandger?"
"Granger," Hermione corrected with a slight smirk, proud that she had gotten the privilege to answer.
"Devil's Snare is highly dangerous type of vine plant that has the capabilities of smothering and/or crushing their victims with their ligaments. The harder the victim tries to break away from the rather vise like grip, the more it-"
"Yes dear, saying a plant would have been just fine," Professor Blossmere interrupted, waving a hand at her slightly then turning to the rest of the class. Hermione stared at her startled slightly.
"But I wasn't-"
"Yes you are...so as I was saying class, today we will be potting our very own Devil's Snare for the entire remainder of the term! I will teach you how to grow your very own Devil's Snare in a small pot that you see in front of you. In order to pass this class, you will have to maintain this plant and keep it in tip top condition. Understood?"
Everyone nodded slowly.
"GREAT!" she sang. Then she turned to Sirius. "Oh Mr. Black, would you do me the honor of helping me pass out the snare clippings?"
"Why of course professor," he smiled brightly, giving his comrades a slight devilish smirk as he stood on to his feet.
Ron smirked. "I wonder what he's up to."
Hermione shook her head. "This is Sirius in his prime years. Remember, McGongall told us that the Marauders played more practical jokes then even your brothers."
"Well here you are," Sirius smiled as he handed Hermione her snippet. "And word of the wise: Professor Blossomere is slightly...dense...big explanations won't impress her in the least...only confuse her. She'll take points if she's really confused," he winked.
Hermione frowned. "She doesn't make a very good teacher then, does she?"
"No...but passing her class is breeze so we never really complain." he admitted as he handed Ron his snippet.
"Don't worry though...you do learn something..." then he smirked at Harry. "Like how ADORABLE James's wittle brother that he disowned his!" he mocked, pinching Harry's cheeks. Harry gave him a sarcastic laugh and pulled away.
"Riiiiiiight, sure I am," Harry replied rolling his eyes.
"Oh I don't know...you really do resemble James..." Sirius mumbled as he studied the his features, slowly handing him the snippet of Devil's Snare.
"Move a little faster Mr. Black!" Professor Blossmere sang as she handed Frank Longbottom his snippet, approaching the Slytherins.
"Whatever you say, nut bag!" he sang back and rolling his eyes, moved on to the Ravenclaws.
"Yes, I do like nuts!" she gushed and Sirius only shook his head.
Ron glared after her and shook his own head. "I know Dumbledore is a little...silly...but really? He could have hired Madam Trelaweny and SHE would have taught the class better."
"I actually agree with you there," Harry replied, then thought for a moment. "But then-she would probably try to actually get the plants to KILL me to go along with her predictions."
"I wouldn't put it past her, personally they both should be fired," Hermione stated matter of factly as she waited for her instructions.
"Now class!" Professor Blossmere called, grabbing all their attentions as she took the left over snippets from Sirius and started for the front of the class.
"Place the special soil that you have sitting next to your gardening shovel and dump it into the pot...good...just like that...then...no wait...maybe you should have done that last." Everyone watched as she looked at her own finished product and began to mumble to herself.
"Okay I got it...take it back out, the soil..." Everyone groaned. "...and put your snippet in first. Yes, that's it, just like...no wait...that isn't correct either..."
Harry watched as a Slytherin boy threw his shovel and sat on his stool with a sore look on his face, folding his arm across his chest as most of the other students groaned again and placed their own shovels down.
He noticed that the group of Slytherins that sat right across from them hadn't even started their projects yet...well..except for the greasy haired raven haired boy that they were all watching.
"I KNOW how to do this," Professor Blossmere sang as she dumped her soil back out again, and picked up the squirming snippet, studying the pot as if it had grown a head.
"Or at least...I did before I started class..."
"Professor," Lucius Malfoy drawled, not even bothering to raise his hand. "Severus has got it."
"Oh, great dear!" she called as she absent mindedly tossed the pot over her shoulder and clapped her hands together.
"Serverus dear, tell us how to do this please!"
"It's quite simple," he began in a bored tone, giving Professor Blossmere an superior sort of look. "You simply only fill the pot with soil...HALF way...then place your snippet inside with your tweezers, making sure it roots itself to the soil before continuing to fill it with soil. Then you put a small amount of water and let it soak in the soil, finally, casting the pot into a dark place under the counters."
"Under the counters?" Professor Blossmere cried with slight worry. "Oh no! But then they wouldn't get sunlight!"
"That would be the idea," Snape snapped. "Because Devil's Snare does NOT like sunlight, it destroys it or makes it recoil-god did you even study the subject before you decided to TEACH it?"
Most of the Slytherins began to laugh in mockery, Professor Blossmere looking rather hurt and giving herself a hug.
Harry frowned. Sure, she was a little...off...but she was still their professor and deserved their respect for that if nothing else alone.
"Don't worry professor, he only knows that because he spends most of his time shedding under a rock," Harry called matter of factly, waving the insult off slightly. "For snakes don't like sunlight too much either."
This made most of the room erupt with laughter, Snape staring narrowed eyed at Harry who only raised an eyebrow at him.
Ron and Hermione snickered.
"Well alright class!" Professor Blossmere called out to them, suddenly cheerful again. "Get yourselves a new pot and a new bag of soil and begin...oh...and pair off this time because I don't seem to have enough anymore for you do to it individually!"
The class stared at her, mostly out of annoyance, then shuffled around, grabbing partners.
Ron stared at Harry. "Wanna be my partner?"
"Well I would...but..." He paused to stare at Lily, then at his James.
Ron nodded in understanding. "I hope you get one of them then." He smiled and waved at them as he approached another Gryffindor named Frank Longbottom.
Hermione frowned. "You know, he could have asked ME to be his partner," she grumbled.
Harry laughed. "What after you lectured him about how wrong it was to react the way he did in front of the entire Great Hall?"
"Oh he was just being silly!" she replied. "And anyway, I don't care that he's still mad!."
Harry gave Hermione a nonconvinced smirk but said nothing more of it as he climbed on to his feet.
He looked over again at Lily Evans who sat with a group of giggling girls and too in a deep breath. Here was his chance to get to the know the woman that gave up her own life to save his...
But before he could even move, he saw Severus Snape already at the table, leaning on the end of it, getting the entire group attention, smirking at Lily who only smiled kindly back.
Harry frowned slightly. What did the greasy git think he was playing at?
*~*
"So Lily, I see you don't have partner yet," he smiled at her. The girls around her shot glances between the two and giggled madly as Lily only rolled her eyes at them. They could be quite annoying, her friends.
"No I don't have a partner Severus..." she smiled slightly.
Personally, she wished this was James Potter asking her to be his herbology partner...
She had to laugh at the mere thought of it. How STUPID was that?
He was always bombarded with other girls to work with him, or most of time, worked with Sirius Black just to avoid it all together. And she didn't have the nerve to ask him herself.
"Well, would you like to be my partner?" More giggles. Typically. She always attracted the rather homely ones, didn't she?
Lily gave a slight sigh. Might as well. The boy was just as smart as she was so she wouldn't have to worry about her partner trying to keep...she still remembered the nightmare of having to work with Crabbe. She could have cried as she watched project...a two nighter...catch on fire...
"Well sure Serverus, I'd love to..."
"Hey Lily!"
Stop her beating heart...could it be? Yes! James Potter...her beau...standing in front of, right beside the now sneering Slytherin, smiling at her.
"Hi James!" her entire group of friends gushed as they fell into another symptom of the giggles, stealing glances at him. Lily sighed. They were so pathetic.
"Hey James," she smiled
"Would you like to be my partner on this? Sirius decided he wanted to work with someone different and Lupin and Peter are partnering up."
'God WHY! Why do you SEND him AFTER I already agreed to be partners with...with...THAT!' she thought gravely as she gave him a sheepish laugh that sounded far to phony and high pitched.
"Well James..."
"She already has a partner," Snape butted in, coming to stand in James way.
James raised a eyebrow. "I"m pretty sure Lily wouldn't mind changing her mind, do you?" he asked looking around Snape.
Lily could have died. This wasn't fair. She had already agreed to work with Snape, and if she turned around and excepted James invitation after that...damn her manners! Damn Snape for asking two seconds before James! Stupid...stupid...stupid!
"Well...I'm sorry, but I couldn't just do that," she grumbled in bitterness, finding it to painful to even look at them. She could hear a violin playing in her head.
'...yes...cry for me...cry for me...'
"Please Lily, you're not obligated to work with this freak if you don't want to!" James pushed, sensing her the bitterness in her voice.
"She said no, not back off!" Snape warned.
"But she doesn't WANT to work with you!" James snapped accusingly. "Can't you see what trauma you'll cause her in the future! Forcing someone like Lily to work with someone like you..."
"Yeah!" Sirius suddenly added, coming to stand behind Lily and giving her quickly squeeze on the shoulders.
"Stop trying to scare away the local virgins-Lily you are a virgin right?" Sirius asked suddenly, looking over at her.
"YES!"
"Right, local virgins you greasy haired bastard! If Lily wants to work with an actual human-"
"Stay out of this you simple minded mutt!"
"Don't call me mutt you butter teeth son of a-"
"BOYS!" Professor Blossmere shouted stepping in between them. "Come now, this is a happy place of learning! None of this now!" she scolded.
"Then tell those assholes to say out of my face!" Snaped snapped, causing the professor to jump backward slightly.
"Oh Serverus," she began, sounding as if she were about to cry. "You seem so unhappy...come now...come to the happy place!" She wrapped her arms around his waist and embraced him in a tight hug, Snape sneer deepening as he stared at her, narrowed eyed.
"Get the hell off me."
"Come now, give in to those happy feelings!" she cooed. "It's okay, show me that special place that makes you happy! Come on Sirius honey, join in! You too James! Show him that you care!"
Sirius snorted and as James coughed out something that sounded like 'Fuck you...'
A/N:
Sorry folks but this is a lot longer then I intended, thus meaning this will have a second part!. I hoped you enjoyed this first part.
-Kamirine
I changed Lily's year: she is now a Seventh year as well, otherwise, the storyline wouldn't work too well...it has been changed in chapter one.
I hope you love this chapter, and I promise, my mood will not reflect in the story...I think... And I like my title...
Prongs
Chapter III: Herbology Mayhem
"Good Morning 7th Years!" Professor Blossmere sang as she 'skipped' her way into the room, holding two extra pots of soil in her hand and slammed then in front of Ron and Hermione.
"Today I will be teaching you how to root and grow your very own Devil's Snare, won't that be just DELIGHTFUL!" she exclaimed, pumping her fist in the air then clapping.
Everyone only stared at her blankly, Ron fighting back the urge to laugh.
"Well alright then!" she called slapping the nearest student to her on the back with a hearty laugh, the student crying out as he stumbled out of the chair and crashed to the floor.
Professor Blossmere...was well...a little off. She was ALWAYS smiling and cheerful, most times for no apparent reason. She was a short, round woman just as the would be Professor Sprout, that wore absolute nothing but green...she had even managed to make her hair green. She looked to be in her mid twenties.
"So lets begin students-oh no WAIT! We MUST get to know I knew students first!" she rounded on the trio, laughing slightly as she bounced over to them, coming to stand behind a rather nervous Harry and a red faced Ron who was biting his lower lip.
"Okay, where do you three lovely young people come from?" she cooed, giving Harry a small hug.
Hermione cast Harry a look with an eyebrow raised who only hunched slightly as Ron broke out into a high pitched fit of laughter.
"That's the spirit! Laughter is what makes a person lovely! Laugh laugh laugh!" she sang as she swayed back and forth, still holding on to Harry's shoulders.
"...I think she needs a dose of Ratlin..." Hermione mumbled, making Harry snicker.
"Come on, come on! Don't be shy! Let's here it!" she encouraged Hermione, taking two swift steps to stand beside her.
"Well...um...I'm Hermione Granger. And I use to go to a private school in Britain...it was a special school for muggle borns with extraordinary magical abilities."
"Well just posh for you dear!" she sang, giving Hermione a small hug then moved to stand behind Ron, who just seemed to be calming down.
"And how about you, Mr. McDonald?" she asked.
"...uh...yeah...I am Ron. And I went to school in um...Egypt?"
"How exotic that must have been, sleeping with the camels!" Professor Blossmere gushed as she ran in place and clapped her hands. Ron watched this and slowly turned to look at Harry, then the other students who only sat, looking on in amusement.
"But tell me, are you any relation to the clown that runs that cute little muggle restaurant?" she questioned with high anticipation.
"Um...who?"
"You know! The tall little clown man with curly red hair and big floppy shoes!" she exclaimed. "He's very funny, always giving the kids free meals. I BET that's you father, isn't it. Yes, Ronald is a family name isn't it?"
Hermione and Harry snickered, as well as most of the muggle borns as Ron only looked on in confusion.
"...my father...is not a clown. And I'm not related to anyone in the muggle world...I don't think anyway..." Ron replied slowly.
"Nonsense, don't be ashamed of your father, he's funny!"
"He's NOT my father, he's a clown. I don't even know what restaurant your talking about!" Ron insisted.
"That's alright dear, you'll get over your embarrassment, it only takes a little time," she reassured him, patting him sympathetically on the back then moving on to Harry.
Ron stared after her, his eye twitching slightly. "What...in the hell...?"
"Why look at you!" she gushed, giving Harry yet, another quick hug. "You're as cute as a button, yes you are! You look just like James, don't you know!"
Harry gave a nervous laugh and shot his father a look who only hunched back at him in reply.
"You must be his little brother!"
"...Um...no ma`am..."
"Oh? You must be his long lost twin then! Oh what happened? Why haven't you been coming to Hogwarts before! I would have loved for you to be here before now!" she gushed hugging him again.
"...I'm not his brother either...I'm not even related..."
"Oh YES you are!" she insisted turning around to stare at James. "Shame on you!" she scolded at him, wagging a finger his way. "Disowning your little brother when he's just sooo cute!" she gave Harry's shoulders a small squeeze.
James looked at her with a questioning look, an eye brow raised as he turned and whispered something to his fellow Marauders, who all nodded in agreement.
"Don't you go whispering about me James Potter, you naughty boy you! Two points from Gryffindor for being a meany to your brother!" she replied sternly, much to James disbelief as well as Harry's, and hugged him slightly again before marching to the head of the class.
Most of the Slyterins were snickering, a certain group of them staring at the trio steadily, most of their cold eyes trained on Hermione now.
"So let the lesson begin!" she rang. "How can tell me what Devil's Snare is!"
Four hands shot up, Hermione's included as she hopped a small bit as she normally did when she really knew the answer.
"Aw yes...how about you Miss...Grandger?"
"Granger," Hermione corrected with a slight smirk, proud that she had gotten the privilege to answer.
"Devil's Snare is highly dangerous type of vine plant that has the capabilities of smothering and/or crushing their victims with their ligaments. The harder the victim tries to break away from the rather vise like grip, the more it-"
"Yes dear, saying a plant would have been just fine," Professor Blossmere interrupted, waving a hand at her slightly then turning to the rest of the class. Hermione stared at her startled slightly.
"But I wasn't-"
"Yes you are...so as I was saying class, today we will be potting our very own Devil's Snare for the entire remainder of the term! I will teach you how to grow your very own Devil's Snare in a small pot that you see in front of you. In order to pass this class, you will have to maintain this plant and keep it in tip top condition. Understood?"
Everyone nodded slowly.
"GREAT!" she sang. Then she turned to Sirius. "Oh Mr. Black, would you do me the honor of helping me pass out the snare clippings?"
"Why of course professor," he smiled brightly, giving his comrades a slight devilish smirk as he stood on to his feet.
Ron smirked. "I wonder what he's up to."
Hermione shook her head. "This is Sirius in his prime years. Remember, McGongall told us that the Marauders played more practical jokes then even your brothers."
"Well here you are," Sirius smiled as he handed Hermione her snippet. "And word of the wise: Professor Blossomere is slightly...dense...big explanations won't impress her in the least...only confuse her. She'll take points if she's really confused," he winked.
Hermione frowned. "She doesn't make a very good teacher then, does she?"
"No...but passing her class is breeze so we never really complain." he admitted as he handed Ron his snippet.
"Don't worry though...you do learn something..." then he smirked at Harry. "Like how ADORABLE James's wittle brother that he disowned his!" he mocked, pinching Harry's cheeks. Harry gave him a sarcastic laugh and pulled away.
"Riiiiiiight, sure I am," Harry replied rolling his eyes.
"Oh I don't know...you really do resemble James..." Sirius mumbled as he studied the his features, slowly handing him the snippet of Devil's Snare.
"Move a little faster Mr. Black!" Professor Blossmere sang as she handed Frank Longbottom his snippet, approaching the Slytherins.
"Whatever you say, nut bag!" he sang back and rolling his eyes, moved on to the Ravenclaws.
"Yes, I do like nuts!" she gushed and Sirius only shook his head.
Ron glared after her and shook his own head. "I know Dumbledore is a little...silly...but really? He could have hired Madam Trelaweny and SHE would have taught the class better."
"I actually agree with you there," Harry replied, then thought for a moment. "But then-she would probably try to actually get the plants to KILL me to go along with her predictions."
"I wouldn't put it past her, personally they both should be fired," Hermione stated matter of factly as she waited for her instructions.
"Now class!" Professor Blossmere called, grabbing all their attentions as she took the left over snippets from Sirius and started for the front of the class.
"Place the special soil that you have sitting next to your gardening shovel and dump it into the pot...good...just like that...then...no wait...maybe you should have done that last." Everyone watched as she looked at her own finished product and began to mumble to herself.
"Okay I got it...take it back out, the soil..." Everyone groaned. "...and put your snippet in first. Yes, that's it, just like...no wait...that isn't correct either..."
Harry watched as a Slytherin boy threw his shovel and sat on his stool with a sore look on his face, folding his arm across his chest as most of the other students groaned again and placed their own shovels down.
He noticed that the group of Slytherins that sat right across from them hadn't even started their projects yet...well..except for the greasy haired raven haired boy that they were all watching.
"I KNOW how to do this," Professor Blossmere sang as she dumped her soil back out again, and picked up the squirming snippet, studying the pot as if it had grown a head.
"Or at least...I did before I started class..."
"Professor," Lucius Malfoy drawled, not even bothering to raise his hand. "Severus has got it."
"Oh, great dear!" she called as she absent mindedly tossed the pot over her shoulder and clapped her hands together.
"Serverus dear, tell us how to do this please!"
"It's quite simple," he began in a bored tone, giving Professor Blossmere an superior sort of look. "You simply only fill the pot with soil...HALF way...then place your snippet inside with your tweezers, making sure it roots itself to the soil before continuing to fill it with soil. Then you put a small amount of water and let it soak in the soil, finally, casting the pot into a dark place under the counters."
"Under the counters?" Professor Blossmere cried with slight worry. "Oh no! But then they wouldn't get sunlight!"
"That would be the idea," Snape snapped. "Because Devil's Snare does NOT like sunlight, it destroys it or makes it recoil-god did you even study the subject before you decided to TEACH it?"
Most of the Slytherins began to laugh in mockery, Professor Blossmere looking rather hurt and giving herself a hug.
Harry frowned. Sure, she was a little...off...but she was still their professor and deserved their respect for that if nothing else alone.
"Don't worry professor, he only knows that because he spends most of his time shedding under a rock," Harry called matter of factly, waving the insult off slightly. "For snakes don't like sunlight too much either."
This made most of the room erupt with laughter, Snape staring narrowed eyed at Harry who only raised an eyebrow at him.
Ron and Hermione snickered.
"Well alright class!" Professor Blossmere called out to them, suddenly cheerful again. "Get yourselves a new pot and a new bag of soil and begin...oh...and pair off this time because I don't seem to have enough anymore for you do to it individually!"
The class stared at her, mostly out of annoyance, then shuffled around, grabbing partners.
Ron stared at Harry. "Wanna be my partner?"
"Well I would...but..." He paused to stare at Lily, then at his James.
Ron nodded in understanding. "I hope you get one of them then." He smiled and waved at them as he approached another Gryffindor named Frank Longbottom.
Hermione frowned. "You know, he could have asked ME to be his partner," she grumbled.
Harry laughed. "What after you lectured him about how wrong it was to react the way he did in front of the entire Great Hall?"
"Oh he was just being silly!" she replied. "And anyway, I don't care that he's still mad!."
Harry gave Hermione a nonconvinced smirk but said nothing more of it as he climbed on to his feet.
He looked over again at Lily Evans who sat with a group of giggling girls and too in a deep breath. Here was his chance to get to the know the woman that gave up her own life to save his...
But before he could even move, he saw Severus Snape already at the table, leaning on the end of it, getting the entire group attention, smirking at Lily who only smiled kindly back.
Harry frowned slightly. What did the greasy git think he was playing at?
*~*
"So Lily, I see you don't have partner yet," he smiled at her. The girls around her shot glances between the two and giggled madly as Lily only rolled her eyes at them. They could be quite annoying, her friends.
"No I don't have a partner Severus..." she smiled slightly.
Personally, she wished this was James Potter asking her to be his herbology partner...
She had to laugh at the mere thought of it. How STUPID was that?
He was always bombarded with other girls to work with him, or most of time, worked with Sirius Black just to avoid it all together. And she didn't have the nerve to ask him herself.
"Well, would you like to be my partner?" More giggles. Typically. She always attracted the rather homely ones, didn't she?
Lily gave a slight sigh. Might as well. The boy was just as smart as she was so she wouldn't have to worry about her partner trying to keep...she still remembered the nightmare of having to work with Crabbe. She could have cried as she watched project...a two nighter...catch on fire...
"Well sure Serverus, I'd love to..."
"Hey Lily!"
Stop her beating heart...could it be? Yes! James Potter...her beau...standing in front of, right beside the now sneering Slytherin, smiling at her.
"Hi James!" her entire group of friends gushed as they fell into another symptom of the giggles, stealing glances at him. Lily sighed. They were so pathetic.
"Hey James," she smiled
"Would you like to be my partner on this? Sirius decided he wanted to work with someone different and Lupin and Peter are partnering up."
'God WHY! Why do you SEND him AFTER I already agreed to be partners with...with...THAT!' she thought gravely as she gave him a sheepish laugh that sounded far to phony and high pitched.
"Well James..."
"She already has a partner," Snape butted in, coming to stand in James way.
James raised a eyebrow. "I"m pretty sure Lily wouldn't mind changing her mind, do you?" he asked looking around Snape.
Lily could have died. This wasn't fair. She had already agreed to work with Snape, and if she turned around and excepted James invitation after that...damn her manners! Damn Snape for asking two seconds before James! Stupid...stupid...stupid!
"Well...I'm sorry, but I couldn't just do that," she grumbled in bitterness, finding it to painful to even look at them. She could hear a violin playing in her head.
'...yes...cry for me...cry for me...'
"Please Lily, you're not obligated to work with this freak if you don't want to!" James pushed, sensing her the bitterness in her voice.
"She said no, not back off!" Snape warned.
"But she doesn't WANT to work with you!" James snapped accusingly. "Can't you see what trauma you'll cause her in the future! Forcing someone like Lily to work with someone like you..."
"Yeah!" Sirius suddenly added, coming to stand behind Lily and giving her quickly squeeze on the shoulders.
"Stop trying to scare away the local virgins-Lily you are a virgin right?" Sirius asked suddenly, looking over at her.
"YES!"
"Right, local virgins you greasy haired bastard! If Lily wants to work with an actual human-"
"Stay out of this you simple minded mutt!"
"Don't call me mutt you butter teeth son of a-"
"BOYS!" Professor Blossmere shouted stepping in between them. "Come now, this is a happy place of learning! None of this now!" she scolded.
"Then tell those assholes to say out of my face!" Snaped snapped, causing the professor to jump backward slightly.
"Oh Serverus," she began, sounding as if she were about to cry. "You seem so unhappy...come now...come to the happy place!" She wrapped her arms around his waist and embraced him in a tight hug, Snape sneer deepening as he stared at her, narrowed eyed.
"Get the hell off me."
"Come now, give in to those happy feelings!" she cooed. "It's okay, show me that special place that makes you happy! Come on Sirius honey, join in! You too James! Show him that you care!"
Sirius snorted and as James coughed out something that sounded like 'Fuck you...'
A/N:
Sorry folks but this is a lot longer then I intended, thus meaning this will have a second part!. I hoped you enjoyed this first part.
-Kamirine