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Why Does it Hurt So?
Chapter 2
"Hurry, or else we won't be able to get a carriage."
"Does it really matter?"
"Do want to have to sit with Potter?"
"Fine, fine."
The girls snagged a carriage and hung onto the hand grips making sure they didn't lurch when the carriage started to move.
"I don't know what you have against him anyway."
"Ok, I admit, he's not entirely awful. But he thinks he's the best at everything, and he's always showing off, always annoying the teachers, always spouting off stupid pieces of information… Would you like me to continue," asked Lily?
"You just don't know him well enough," said Amy.
"Like you do," shot back Lily.
"You just never give him a chance."
"He doesn't deserve one."
"Hey-cool it you guys," said Kat.
:Strange, thought Lily. Amy's always been defensive of Potter, but not this defensive. I wonder why? Ah- probably just leftover feelings from eight grade. I still don't know what happened then. Should I ask? No, this isn't the right time.:
:Should I tell her about James and I? No, she wouldn't understand. Besides, she'll think I'm a player. I mean, even I would if I heard how many guys I had gone through.: thought Amy.
Amy caught Caitlin and Kat looking at her, mouthing "tell lily." "No," she mouthed back. The other two glared at her. She sighed, why did this have to be so complicated?
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James was staring stupidly at Amy's curly brown hair as she stepped onto the carriage. :She's so beautiful.: he thought.
"What's up with you and Amy, huh?" asked Remus.
"Nothing," he replied quickly.
"Please don't tell me you're infatuated with her again. You know how much that hurt last time," Remus said with concern.
"Um…. not exactly."
"Not exactly?" questioned Peter. "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I AM infatuated, but the feeling is returned…. I think I might… love her."
"Love her?!" replied three shocked voices.
"What happened this summer? Was there some action under the covers? huh?" asked Sirius.
James knocked him over the head and said, "No, you idiot. We just… you know, hung out and stuff…"
"No action?" Sirius asked disappointedly.
"Nothing like that." James replied, " though I could wish there was. So how 'bout you guys, any girl action?"
"I still really like Lily," said Peter.
"I met bikini girls at the pool all summer, and there WAS some under the cover action with those," said Sirius.
All three boys sighed, they wished he wouldn't be such a player.
"They were just in awe of my wonderful bod." Sirius continued.
As Sirius rambled on about his wonderful amazing qualities, the other three boys became immersed in their own thoughts about girls.
:Lily is gorgeous, smart, popular, she'll never like me… sigh I'll bet she doesn't even know who I am.:
: Amy, amy, amy, amy, amy:
:Why does James get Amy? Not that I like her or anything, Remus defended to himself, but still-:
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Students filled the Great Hall and the excited chattering rose as friends greeted each other after three months of separation. The long tables were filled with girls and boys in black robes with sticks of wood sticking out of pockets or being twirled around fingers, or stuck in hair as an accessory or just laying there on the table in plain sight. The noise was rising to an almost unbearable level, and you could see the teachers' expressions becoming more and more pinched.
Dumbledore suddenly stood up and said, "Welcome."
The noise almost immediately disappeared. When the Sorting was done with, the chatter began again. The Marauders were sitting at the same table as the four girls, but the two groups completely ignored each other, except for Amy and James, who were giving each other secret glances across the table. This did not go completely unnoticed by any of their friends, except for Lily, who for some reason, was oblivious to the fact.
