Dudes-thanks for all the reviews! I didn't really expect any... I know what
some of you mean by Lily liking Harry so wrong. I find that wrong too, but
think about it-James is a total jerk, but he's supposedly hot, right? Harry
looks exactly like him, but he's a 'gentleman.' Lol-so if you were in
Lily's place, who would you rather-a hot jerk or a hot gentleman?
The next few weeks were fairly quiet at Hogwarts, and it was rather unnerving for the Golden Trio, who were used to any sort of trouble. In fact, the only sort of trouble that actually hung around Hogwarts was the Marauders, and they were the only sort of trouble they weren't prepared for. Snape's view of the Marauder's were in fact quite accurate, although by the fourth week of school, and many slaps later, James Potter was finally dating Lily Evans.
Harry was thankful to overhear a conversation one night about the Marauder's map. Apparently they had been wandering the halls late at night when Filch caught up with them. He had seen the map in James' hands, who had enough sense to wipe it quickly, and suspecting that it was a map, confiscated it. This was just about three weeks ago, and the Marauders were still brooding about it. Well except for James of course. Harry and Frieda continued being a bit frostier to Hermione than usual, but that was all to be expected.
"I thought you said that you were going out with Harry," said Lily one night.
"I am," said Frieda.
"How come you two never you know-do stuff?" asked Jane. Frieda raised an eyebrow.
"Well considering how Lily has the hots for him and all... I thought I'd be- be nice." Lily blushed.
"You don't have to do that for me. And I'm going out with James now," she said earnestly.
"Right then. Well I'll just get back to doing my stuff then," Frieda responded, as she stifled down a yawn.
"You do that," Lily replied before snuggling down under the covers. Frieda waited to hear the other girls fall asleep before creeping over to Hermione.
"Mmm... what? Morning already?"
"No-come with me to the boys' dorm-I have to tell Harry that we're going to have to start 'doing stuff.'" Frieda glared at Hermione.
"Right, well you go on without me then..." Hermione turned over and shut the curtains. Frieda scowled. Fine then, she'll get what's coming for her, she thought irritably. Frieda flicked her wand at Hermione's bed before disappearing out of her dorm.
Frieda crept up the stairs and opened the door that said '7th year boys.' She felt a pang of remorse at the thought of going in there alone, but she was never one to back down from something. She pushed open the door, and it did not creak. Unfortunately, the Marauders were awake, fully dressed and ready to greet Remus in the Whomping Willow.
"Oh crap," she muttered. Somebody flicked on the lights. Frieda could feel her cheeks burning. Harry was awake now, and Ron, being the heavy sleeper of the pact, was still snoozing. James, Sirius and Peter were whooping and making catcalls.
"Come up here for a midnight snog session did you?" taunted Sirius freely. James felt so much better to know that Harry must really be going out with Frieda that he laughed joyously.
"Uh-he he... You caught me," said Frieda sarcastically. Harry flushed as the three other boys grinned at him.
"We'll just be leaving you two alone," said James.
"With Ron-not that he'll wake up..."
"So have a great time," Peter finished. The three boys disappeared.
"That was mortifying," said Frieda tonelessly.
"What are you doing in here anyways?"
"I had to warn you-Lily was getting suspicious of why we weren't 'doing stuff.' I told them it was because I wanted to be nice since she liked you so much." Harry looked disgusted.
"So we have to do stuff now?"
"Sadly, yes. Of course we can always go forwards, but I still want to get to know my dad the prick."
"Mmm. Good idea. I'd rather stay here and do stuff with you than never have been here and not do stuff."
"Gee, thanks," said Frieda sarcastically. Then she put on a high-pitched falsetto voice and said mockingly, "Oh Harry! How could you say such a thing?" Harry picked some random clothes off the floor and flung it at Frieda.
"Ugh! Gross!" she yelped, before whipping it back at Harry. "See ya tomorrow." She left the room.
The next few weeks were fairly quiet at Hogwarts, and it was rather unnerving for the Golden Trio, who were used to any sort of trouble. In fact, the only sort of trouble that actually hung around Hogwarts was the Marauders, and they were the only sort of trouble they weren't prepared for. Snape's view of the Marauder's were in fact quite accurate, although by the fourth week of school, and many slaps later, James Potter was finally dating Lily Evans.
Harry was thankful to overhear a conversation one night about the Marauder's map. Apparently they had been wandering the halls late at night when Filch caught up with them. He had seen the map in James' hands, who had enough sense to wipe it quickly, and suspecting that it was a map, confiscated it. This was just about three weeks ago, and the Marauders were still brooding about it. Well except for James of course. Harry and Frieda continued being a bit frostier to Hermione than usual, but that was all to be expected.
"I thought you said that you were going out with Harry," said Lily one night.
"I am," said Frieda.
"How come you two never you know-do stuff?" asked Jane. Frieda raised an eyebrow.
"Well considering how Lily has the hots for him and all... I thought I'd be- be nice." Lily blushed.
"You don't have to do that for me. And I'm going out with James now," she said earnestly.
"Right then. Well I'll just get back to doing my stuff then," Frieda responded, as she stifled down a yawn.
"You do that," Lily replied before snuggling down under the covers. Frieda waited to hear the other girls fall asleep before creeping over to Hermione.
"Mmm... what? Morning already?"
"No-come with me to the boys' dorm-I have to tell Harry that we're going to have to start 'doing stuff.'" Frieda glared at Hermione.
"Right, well you go on without me then..." Hermione turned over and shut the curtains. Frieda scowled. Fine then, she'll get what's coming for her, she thought irritably. Frieda flicked her wand at Hermione's bed before disappearing out of her dorm.
Frieda crept up the stairs and opened the door that said '7th year boys.' She felt a pang of remorse at the thought of going in there alone, but she was never one to back down from something. She pushed open the door, and it did not creak. Unfortunately, the Marauders were awake, fully dressed and ready to greet Remus in the Whomping Willow.
"Oh crap," she muttered. Somebody flicked on the lights. Frieda could feel her cheeks burning. Harry was awake now, and Ron, being the heavy sleeper of the pact, was still snoozing. James, Sirius and Peter were whooping and making catcalls.
"Come up here for a midnight snog session did you?" taunted Sirius freely. James felt so much better to know that Harry must really be going out with Frieda that he laughed joyously.
"Uh-he he... You caught me," said Frieda sarcastically. Harry flushed as the three other boys grinned at him.
"We'll just be leaving you two alone," said James.
"With Ron-not that he'll wake up..."
"So have a great time," Peter finished. The three boys disappeared.
"That was mortifying," said Frieda tonelessly.
"What are you doing in here anyways?"
"I had to warn you-Lily was getting suspicious of why we weren't 'doing stuff.' I told them it was because I wanted to be nice since she liked you so much." Harry looked disgusted.
"So we have to do stuff now?"
"Sadly, yes. Of course we can always go forwards, but I still want to get to know my dad the prick."
"Mmm. Good idea. I'd rather stay here and do stuff with you than never have been here and not do stuff."
"Gee, thanks," said Frieda sarcastically. Then she put on a high-pitched falsetto voice and said mockingly, "Oh Harry! How could you say such a thing?" Harry picked some random clothes off the floor and flung it at Frieda.
"Ugh! Gross!" she yelped, before whipping it back at Harry. "See ya tomorrow." She left the room.