Disclaimer: see chap 1(I think).
Summary: Lily Evans is a goody-goody at Hogwarts, to anyone who doesn't know her. They think she's nice, innocent and sweet. Their wrong. People may think Lily has no friends in Hogwarts, and knows no-one, but they have never seen her at 'La Rave'. She usually parties all night long, but they don't know that, or do they?
a/n: I have like no life, and no reviewed to any other fanfic, so I'm updating, again. Aren't I wonderful? Don't answer that I probably won't like the answer. I hate my English/PDR teacher! I swear that she is the source of all evil! Sorry. I'm just in a bad mood. On with the story.This is the second chapter I'm redoing.
paws10081: Thanks!
~*~*~Chapter 4 preview: In came James Potter.
~*~*~*~**~*chappie 5.
At first Lily was shocked. Then she groaned, mentally. 'Oh man. He still thinks I'm some poor Gryffindor.' She thought. 'It should be fun trying to explain my life.' She thought, sarcastically. 'Wait! I don't have to explain my life, or what I do, to anyone. Especially some stupid prankster. Although he is kinda cute..... wait!! What am I thinking? I must've took some kind of drugs on the train, or something.' She thought again, smacking herself, mentally.(a/n: that means that she did it in her head, not that she's mental, although that would give the story another twist...) She relaxed. She was Lily Evans. The druggie, the alcoholic, the slut, and all around "bad girl". She wasn't going to take shit from some rich brat. There was no way. Besides she didn't even care what he thought, right?
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James stopped what he was doing and just stared. There in front of him was Lily Evans. The Lily Evans. The same Lily Evans that had haunted hid thoughts since he had found out about Lily's childhood. By haunted I didn't just mean pity thoughts, which were a lot of it, but I meant evry kind of thought. They went from 'man I pity that girl' to 'I wonder if she remembers me' to even sex dreams about her. He went from not knowing she existed to sex dreams and pity thoughts in a few short months.
She had also helped him out with his own mother. See, James' mother only married his father for his money, and James hated her with a passion for that. For using his father. He didn't remember her for staying up all night with him when he was scared of the 3 headed dog that his father kept in the basement. Or all the times she helped him when he was sick, instead of making some house elf do it like most mothers around. No, he never remembered stuff like that, only that she was using his father for money. Now, though, their relationship was stronger. He had apologized for everything and even cried with his mother.
He quickly snapped out of his trance, and looked around the room. It was a rundown hotel, painted all in teal. James himself wasn't very found of teal, but whatever floats your boat. It was actually pretty cool. He then looked at Billy Rollins, and realized that he was just standing in the doorway. He suddenly found out that the man was staring at him, and it made him feel uncomfortable.
"Err. Hi, I'm James Potter." He said, shaking the strange mans' hand.
"Hello James, I'm Billy Rollins. I'm a friend of your fathers." Billy said, smiling warmly at James.
'He seems like a good man.' Billy thought to himself. 'I wonder if I could set Lily up with him. She's a good girl, when needs be.' He'd keep that to himself or Lily would beat the shit out of him.
"This is Lily Evans." He said, pointing to Lily, who was now reading a book.
Her long red hair was down, and she was wearing a pair of sparkling brown and white pants, and what looked like a sports bra with and X across her stomach.
"Lily, girl, you have got to learn how to wear real clothes, not ones that say that your not a virgin." Said Billy.
"So, what? I ain't one, anyways." Snapped Lily.
She hated when people thought she was a little girl. She wasn't. She was her own person. She wasn't sweet or innocent. She highly doubted that she had ever been sweet or innocent.
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James, after realizing what she was wearing, jaw dropped. Her body wasn't bad. Hell, somebody would date her just for her body. She wasn't afraid of what people thought, either. Most girls James had met no mind what-so ever. Well they did, but they just didn't use it. 'It's no wonder she's not a virgin, anymore.' Thought James looking at Lily one more time.
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Summary: Lily Evans is a goody-goody at Hogwarts, to anyone who doesn't know her. They think she's nice, innocent and sweet. Their wrong. People may think Lily has no friends in Hogwarts, and knows no-one, but they have never seen her at 'La Rave'. She usually parties all night long, but they don't know that, or do they?
a/n: I have like no life, and no reviewed to any other fanfic, so I'm updating, again. Aren't I wonderful? Don't answer that I probably won't like the answer. I hate my English/PDR teacher! I swear that she is the source of all evil! Sorry. I'm just in a bad mood. On with the story.This is the second chapter I'm redoing.
paws10081: Thanks!
~*~*~Chapter 4 preview: In came James Potter.
~*~*~*~**~*chappie 5.
At first Lily was shocked. Then she groaned, mentally. 'Oh man. He still thinks I'm some poor Gryffindor.' She thought. 'It should be fun trying to explain my life.' She thought, sarcastically. 'Wait! I don't have to explain my life, or what I do, to anyone. Especially some stupid prankster. Although he is kinda cute..... wait!! What am I thinking? I must've took some kind of drugs on the train, or something.' She thought again, smacking herself, mentally.(a/n: that means that she did it in her head, not that she's mental, although that would give the story another twist...) She relaxed. She was Lily Evans. The druggie, the alcoholic, the slut, and all around "bad girl". She wasn't going to take shit from some rich brat. There was no way. Besides she didn't even care what he thought, right?
~*~*~*~*
James stopped what he was doing and just stared. There in front of him was Lily Evans. The Lily Evans. The same Lily Evans that had haunted hid thoughts since he had found out about Lily's childhood. By haunted I didn't just mean pity thoughts, which were a lot of it, but I meant evry kind of thought. They went from 'man I pity that girl' to 'I wonder if she remembers me' to even sex dreams about her. He went from not knowing she existed to sex dreams and pity thoughts in a few short months.
She had also helped him out with his own mother. See, James' mother only married his father for his money, and James hated her with a passion for that. For using his father. He didn't remember her for staying up all night with him when he was scared of the 3 headed dog that his father kept in the basement. Or all the times she helped him when he was sick, instead of making some house elf do it like most mothers around. No, he never remembered stuff like that, only that she was using his father for money. Now, though, their relationship was stronger. He had apologized for everything and even cried with his mother.
He quickly snapped out of his trance, and looked around the room. It was a rundown hotel, painted all in teal. James himself wasn't very found of teal, but whatever floats your boat. It was actually pretty cool. He then looked at Billy Rollins, and realized that he was just standing in the doorway. He suddenly found out that the man was staring at him, and it made him feel uncomfortable.
"Err. Hi, I'm James Potter." He said, shaking the strange mans' hand.
"Hello James, I'm Billy Rollins. I'm a friend of your fathers." Billy said, smiling warmly at James.
'He seems like a good man.' Billy thought to himself. 'I wonder if I could set Lily up with him. She's a good girl, when needs be.' He'd keep that to himself or Lily would beat the shit out of him.
"This is Lily Evans." He said, pointing to Lily, who was now reading a book.
Her long red hair was down, and she was wearing a pair of sparkling brown and white pants, and what looked like a sports bra with and X across her stomach.
"Lily, girl, you have got to learn how to wear real clothes, not ones that say that your not a virgin." Said Billy.
"So, what? I ain't one, anyways." Snapped Lily.
She hated when people thought she was a little girl. She wasn't. She was her own person. She wasn't sweet or innocent. She highly doubted that she had ever been sweet or innocent.
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James, after realizing what she was wearing, jaw dropped. Her body wasn't bad. Hell, somebody would date her just for her body. She wasn't afraid of what people thought, either. Most girls James had met no mind what-so ever. Well they did, but they just didn't use it. 'It's no wonder she's not a virgin, anymore.' Thought James looking at Lily one more time.
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