Love and Hate
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, apart from Alexa, and the only place I own is Milo's Caldron. The rest belongs to J. K. Rowling. I don't even LOOK like Ms. Rowling. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A tall black-haired waiter came to James and Lily's table and pulled out a pad of parchment (A/N: Um, the pad of parchment is supposed to be like the pad of paper, you know, like the waiters and waitresses at restaurants carry around to write down the orders of their little people, you know yeah. Sorry, I can't think of the term right now. I'm sick, so please forgive me) and a quill to write down what they wanted.
After they ordered their food, Lily and James exchanged chitchat. They talked about their families, friends, houses, schoolwork. Lily was taken aback that James wanted to let her talk, and when he got going about his family, he made her talk.
"So, Remus says that you have a sister," James said, trying again to make Lily talk about herself, instead of talking about himself.
"Yes, Petunia." Lily crinkled her nose. "She's two years older than me, and isn't exactly my favorite person in the world. Petunia's favorite word to describe me is 'freak.'"
"I take it she wasn't too thrilled that you got into Hogwarts then," James observed, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
"You could say that, to say the least," Lily replied tersely. "My mum and dad were pretty happy with me, you know, to have a witch in the family, but Petunia, she just thought that they should be ashamed to be happy of such a freak like me."
"You aren't a freak, Lily," James scorned. "You shouldn't believe your sister, Lils. Actually, being the only witch in your family should make you proud. I think it's a great accomplishment." When she snorted, James sighed. "What, you think you are some kind of freak or something?"
"No," said Lily, suppressing another snort. "You think that I actually believe what my wicked, crazed sister says about me?" She snorted again. "Please." She shook her head.
Just at that moment, the black haired waiter came to a stop at their table with a large silver platter with two ceramic, cream and rose colored plates. He set the platter down on the table and gave them each one of the ceramic plates, one with a large salad with bits of Santa Fe chicken mixed with the crisp, green lettuce, and the other with mashed potatoes, corn-on- the-cob, and barbequed ribs. The salad went to Lily, and the ribs went to James.
When the waiter left after the both students said thanks you, James said to Lily, "So, if you don't believe what she says, why do you let her talk to you that way?"
"I don't," was the simple reply. "Dad tells her not to call me that, or not to be mean to me, mom pretends she doesn't hear Petunia being 'unsophisticated,' as mom says, and there isn't a thing I can do about her."
"Why can't you do anything about your 'darling' sister?" James asked, taking a bite off of his corn. He watched her as she picked at her salad with her fork, taking a small bite.
"Because, she's two years older than I am for one thing, and she's got a horrible boyfriend who weighs about one hundred pounds more than I do, and hits very hard with his large fist." Lily shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "I just deal with her, and when I can't, I hid out in my room."
"Her boyfriend slaps you?"
"Not a lot," Lily said quickly. "Just sometimes, like when I try and stand up for myself. But it doesn't hurt all that bad, I mean occasionally I get a bruise, but it isn't like it's a regular occurrence, James, I promise."
"Is there anything else you would like to tell me, Lily?" asked James. "I mean, if we're going to date, I think I---"
"Stop right there, James Potter," Lily interrupted, holding up her hands up. "Who said that we are going to date?" she snapped. "This was only one date, and only because I was dared to date you!" Her hand flew up to her mouth.
"You were dared to date me?" James asked, trying to hide his amusement. "I knew you wouldn't come here by yourself." He smiled, and at a confused look from his Lily Flower, he explained, "You're too stubborn to come here with me; it might hurt your pride, and that's one thing that I don't think you could handle." Lily sat there with her jaw hanging open, flabbergasted.
"So, you're not upset?" inquired Lily quietly. She looked down at her hands, which were set in her lap, and she began to twist them uncomfortably. "It was a little, I don't know, mean and totally cruel of me, but if I didn't go on a date with you, I would have to have asked Snape out, and, I didn't want to do either, but I couldn't stand it if I had to go on a date with a Slytherin with a crush on me."
"Snape has a crush on you?" seethed James. Lily's eyebrows raised and she looked up at him. She had thought that James knew that Snape had a crush on her, which is why she said it.
This cannot be happening, thought Lily, it just can't be. I thought James knew about Snape. I should just keep my temper and my mouth under control. I spilled something that I thought I would never have told James, about being dared to date him, and another thing that will probably get Snape beat up and hexed into next week.
"Listen, James, I'm sorry, but I thought you knew that Snape had a crush on me. Heaven knows everyone else knows." She shook her head, lost for any more words. "Look, I'm just sorry about everything."
"About what?" Lily stared at him in complete shock. "Lily Evans, I am going to ask you a question, and I want a completely honest answer out of you, you understand?" Lily nodded reluctantly. "Are you sorry for coming on this date with me?"
"No," was the instant reply. Her hand flew up to her mouth again and she mentally slapped herself for saying that.
"That's what I thought." He flashed her a contented grin and continued to eat his dinner while Lily sighed and started to eat hers as well. She didn't know what to say to him anymore, so she just sat there in silence, eating her salad and trying to think of something to say. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Author's Note: Hi there! I'm having so much fun writing this story. I hope you all like it so far, and I hope you like this chapter. I thought it was about time for James to leave Lily speechless instead of the other way around. Tee hee hee, I'm having a lot of fun writing for you guys and then seeing what you have to say, so PLEASE review! Thanks very much for reviewing, all of you, even if you don't check in with this story often. It doesn't matter. I appreciate all of them.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, apart from Alexa, and the only place I own is Milo's Caldron. The rest belongs to J. K. Rowling. I don't even LOOK like Ms. Rowling. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A tall black-haired waiter came to James and Lily's table and pulled out a pad of parchment (A/N: Um, the pad of parchment is supposed to be like the pad of paper, you know, like the waiters and waitresses at restaurants carry around to write down the orders of their little people, you know yeah. Sorry, I can't think of the term right now. I'm sick, so please forgive me) and a quill to write down what they wanted.
After they ordered their food, Lily and James exchanged chitchat. They talked about their families, friends, houses, schoolwork. Lily was taken aback that James wanted to let her talk, and when he got going about his family, he made her talk.
"So, Remus says that you have a sister," James said, trying again to make Lily talk about herself, instead of talking about himself.
"Yes, Petunia." Lily crinkled her nose. "She's two years older than me, and isn't exactly my favorite person in the world. Petunia's favorite word to describe me is 'freak.'"
"I take it she wasn't too thrilled that you got into Hogwarts then," James observed, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
"You could say that, to say the least," Lily replied tersely. "My mum and dad were pretty happy with me, you know, to have a witch in the family, but Petunia, she just thought that they should be ashamed to be happy of such a freak like me."
"You aren't a freak, Lily," James scorned. "You shouldn't believe your sister, Lils. Actually, being the only witch in your family should make you proud. I think it's a great accomplishment." When she snorted, James sighed. "What, you think you are some kind of freak or something?"
"No," said Lily, suppressing another snort. "You think that I actually believe what my wicked, crazed sister says about me?" She snorted again. "Please." She shook her head.
Just at that moment, the black haired waiter came to a stop at their table with a large silver platter with two ceramic, cream and rose colored plates. He set the platter down on the table and gave them each one of the ceramic plates, one with a large salad with bits of Santa Fe chicken mixed with the crisp, green lettuce, and the other with mashed potatoes, corn-on- the-cob, and barbequed ribs. The salad went to Lily, and the ribs went to James.
When the waiter left after the both students said thanks you, James said to Lily, "So, if you don't believe what she says, why do you let her talk to you that way?"
"I don't," was the simple reply. "Dad tells her not to call me that, or not to be mean to me, mom pretends she doesn't hear Petunia being 'unsophisticated,' as mom says, and there isn't a thing I can do about her."
"Why can't you do anything about your 'darling' sister?" James asked, taking a bite off of his corn. He watched her as she picked at her salad with her fork, taking a small bite.
"Because, she's two years older than I am for one thing, and she's got a horrible boyfriend who weighs about one hundred pounds more than I do, and hits very hard with his large fist." Lily shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "I just deal with her, and when I can't, I hid out in my room."
"Her boyfriend slaps you?"
"Not a lot," Lily said quickly. "Just sometimes, like when I try and stand up for myself. But it doesn't hurt all that bad, I mean occasionally I get a bruise, but it isn't like it's a regular occurrence, James, I promise."
"Is there anything else you would like to tell me, Lily?" asked James. "I mean, if we're going to date, I think I---"
"Stop right there, James Potter," Lily interrupted, holding up her hands up. "Who said that we are going to date?" she snapped. "This was only one date, and only because I was dared to date you!" Her hand flew up to her mouth.
"You were dared to date me?" James asked, trying to hide his amusement. "I knew you wouldn't come here by yourself." He smiled, and at a confused look from his Lily Flower, he explained, "You're too stubborn to come here with me; it might hurt your pride, and that's one thing that I don't think you could handle." Lily sat there with her jaw hanging open, flabbergasted.
"So, you're not upset?" inquired Lily quietly. She looked down at her hands, which were set in her lap, and she began to twist them uncomfortably. "It was a little, I don't know, mean and totally cruel of me, but if I didn't go on a date with you, I would have to have asked Snape out, and, I didn't want to do either, but I couldn't stand it if I had to go on a date with a Slytherin with a crush on me."
"Snape has a crush on you?" seethed James. Lily's eyebrows raised and she looked up at him. She had thought that James knew that Snape had a crush on her, which is why she said it.
This cannot be happening, thought Lily, it just can't be. I thought James knew about Snape. I should just keep my temper and my mouth under control. I spilled something that I thought I would never have told James, about being dared to date him, and another thing that will probably get Snape beat up and hexed into next week.
"Listen, James, I'm sorry, but I thought you knew that Snape had a crush on me. Heaven knows everyone else knows." She shook her head, lost for any more words. "Look, I'm just sorry about everything."
"About what?" Lily stared at him in complete shock. "Lily Evans, I am going to ask you a question, and I want a completely honest answer out of you, you understand?" Lily nodded reluctantly. "Are you sorry for coming on this date with me?"
"No," was the instant reply. Her hand flew up to her mouth again and she mentally slapped herself for saying that.
"That's what I thought." He flashed her a contented grin and continued to eat his dinner while Lily sighed and started to eat hers as well. She didn't know what to say to him anymore, so she just sat there in silence, eating her salad and trying to think of something to say. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Author's Note: Hi there! I'm having so much fun writing this story. I hope you all like it so far, and I hope you like this chapter. I thought it was about time for James to leave Lily speechless instead of the other way around. Tee hee hee, I'm having a lot of fun writing for you guys and then seeing what you have to say, so PLEASE review! Thanks very much for reviewing, all of you, even if you don't check in with this story often. It doesn't matter. I appreciate all of them.