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A/N: This entire story has been edited! I wrote it two years ago, and I saw some spots where I could improve things. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 6: Step One of Parental Guidance
"Lily! Wake up!" said Hermione, pulling off Lily's bedsheets.
"Huh? What is it, Karen?" She asked sleepily.
"I have to ask you a question," she replied.
"What?"
"Do you like James?" Lily looked flabbergasted.
"You woke me up to ask me a silly question about James?" she cried, with a slight tinge in her cheeks.
"You didn't answer my question, Lily," said Hermione, grinning.
"Oh, honestly, Karen. I'm going back to sleep."
"Do you like him or not?"
"Why?"
"I just want to know," said Hermione. Lily finally gave in.
"Okay, just a little bit. Are you happy now?" said Lily, blushing furiously.
"Ecstatic."
"Good. Now that you know my little secret, will you please let me go back to sleep?"
"Alright. I'm going down to breakfast. Oh, and the Quidditch game will be starting soon."
"Hey Karen?"
"Yes?"
"If you tell anyone, I'll curse you."
"Don't worry, I won't!" said Hermione reassuringly as she closed the door after her.
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"Hey, where's Lily?" Sirius asked Hermione as she took her seat at the Gryffindor table.
"Sleeping," replied Hermione. "She should be coming down soon, though." Then they discussed the upcoming Quidditch match.
"Hey, James," Harry tapped James on the shoulder. James hadn't eaten a thing, and looked extremely nervous. "Are you alright?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine," he replied. He had gone very pale.
"Er, I think I know a way for you to impress Lily," he said.
"What? Right now?" James asked impatiently.
"Come on, just hear me out," said Harry, and he told James the plan.
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"Hello everyone! Welcome to the first Quidditch Match of the year! It's Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" The booming voice of Robert Jordan echoed across the stadium.
"Look! There's James!" said Hermione, tugging on Harry's robe. And they saw James, streaking past them.
"Madam Hooch releases the Quaffle—and they're off!" Robert cried. They were speeding around, looking like blurs of green and red.
"Reyel takes the Quaffle, and Gryffindor scores!" three-fourths of the crowd erupted with cheers.
"Estrella has possession of the Quaffle, and passes it to Potter! Oooh, near miss by a Bludger! Potter scores!" Once again, there was an explosion of cheers. Harry was in awe of how great of a flier James was.
"Slytherin's Chaser, Brown, is in possession of the Quaffle. She scores," said Robert monotonously. The Slytherins cheered. Malfoy began to cheer along. Ron kicked him from behind to remind him that he was supposed to be a Gryffindor.
"Knock it off, Weasley!" said Malfoy, rubbing his back. Ron turned to Hermione.
"Where are Fred and George?"
"Oh, they're off picking flowers, Ron," replied Hermione. She took one look at Ron's startled face, laughed, and began telling him about Step One of Parental Guidance.
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"How in the world could we let Hermione talk us into doing this?" asked Fred. "I bet we look ridiculous." Fred and George had agreed to create a bouquet of flowers for James to give to Lily. The plan was for James to fly over to right after the Quidditch match, grab the flowers, and give them to give to Lily.
"Yeah. I reckon we do. But Fred, don't you do this in your spare time?" asked George, doubling up in laughter. Fred threw a rock at him.
"HEY!"
"Just be glad I didn't charm a boulder to fall on your head. Come on, George. Let's get these flowers before anyone sees us."
"Oy! Fred! How about these?" George held up a bunch of earwiggy green flowers.
"Oh, those are lovely." Said Fred, sarcastically. "Ah, well. I'm sure Lily will like those. Girls like bright colors, right?"
"I guess so. How about these?" asked George, holding up a spiky purple plant.
"Er, I don't think so."
"Oh, okay. Catch!" said George, and pretending to throw it.
"George!"
"Only joking, Fred. Ouch." The spikes had poked him.
"Very funny. Oh, these look nice," said Fred, looking at a bed of very bright red flowers.
"What're you looking at?" growled the flower.
"Oookay, maybe not this one," said Fred.
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At the Quidditch match, the Gryffindors were gaining control again. They were fifty points up.
"The score is twenty-seventy. Gryffindor is in the lead. They better catch the Snitch soon, before Slytherin starts to catch up," Fifteen minutes later, Slytherin had scored two more goals.
"Wait a second...is that the Snitch?" asked Robert. James turned around, and the Snitch was hovering two inches away from his face. The Slytherin Seeker was zooming toward him. Then James had an idea. He rocketed toward the Slytherin seeker, and he flew upwards just as he was a foot away from him. That had distracted the seeker from the snitch.
"That was close!" exclaimed Robert. "Great move, James!"
"Lily, you can let go of my arm now," said Sirius. She had been squeezing his arm for the past five minutes, and his arm was in danger of coming out of circulation.
"Oh, sorry, Sirius," said Lily, letting go of his arm. A second later, the Gryffindor Seeker made a spectacular dive.
"There goes Thomas!" The crowd held its breath. And then—
"Thomas has the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!" The crowd below exploded. Sirius and Remus were screaming themselves hoarse.
"Hey, where did James go?" asked Lily. They searched the field for him. Harry just grinned. He knew exactlywhat he was up to.
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"Do you guys have the flowers?" James asked Fred and George.
"Yep. Here you go, lover boy," said Fred, handing James the bouquet.
"Thanks for your help," replied James. Then he turned, and zoomed away on his broom.
"Good luck, James!" called Fred and George. James waved back and yelled, "Thanks!"
"Look! There he is!" said Remus, pointing at James. He sped toward them, and hovered near Lily. Then he got off his broom and handed her the flowers.
"Thank you James! They're beautiful!" said Lily. She hugged him tightly.
Hermione whispered into Harry's ear. "Step One complete."
All right! They've finished Step One! Woo-hoo! They will undergo step two in the next chapter. At least now we know how Lily feels. Thanks for reading my fic, and don't forget to write a review! Have a nice day!
A/N: This entire story has been edited! I wrote it two years ago, and I saw some spots where I could improve things. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 6: Step One of Parental Guidance
"Lily! Wake up!" said Hermione, pulling off Lily's bedsheets.
"Huh? What is it, Karen?" She asked sleepily.
"I have to ask you a question," she replied.
"What?"
"Do you like James?" Lily looked flabbergasted.
"You woke me up to ask me a silly question about James?" she cried, with a slight tinge in her cheeks.
"You didn't answer my question, Lily," said Hermione, grinning.
"Oh, honestly, Karen. I'm going back to sleep."
"Do you like him or not?"
"Why?"
"I just want to know," said Hermione. Lily finally gave in.
"Okay, just a little bit. Are you happy now?" said Lily, blushing furiously.
"Ecstatic."
"Good. Now that you know my little secret, will you please let me go back to sleep?"
"Alright. I'm going down to breakfast. Oh, and the Quidditch game will be starting soon."
"Hey Karen?"
"Yes?"
"If you tell anyone, I'll curse you."
"Don't worry, I won't!" said Hermione reassuringly as she closed the door after her.
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"Hey, where's Lily?" Sirius asked Hermione as she took her seat at the Gryffindor table.
"Sleeping," replied Hermione. "She should be coming down soon, though." Then they discussed the upcoming Quidditch match.
"Hey, James," Harry tapped James on the shoulder. James hadn't eaten a thing, and looked extremely nervous. "Are you alright?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine," he replied. He had gone very pale.
"Er, I think I know a way for you to impress Lily," he said.
"What? Right now?" James asked impatiently.
"Come on, just hear me out," said Harry, and he told James the plan.
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"Hello everyone! Welcome to the first Quidditch Match of the year! It's Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" The booming voice of Robert Jordan echoed across the stadium.
"Look! There's James!" said Hermione, tugging on Harry's robe. And they saw James, streaking past them.
"Madam Hooch releases the Quaffle—and they're off!" Robert cried. They were speeding around, looking like blurs of green and red.
"Reyel takes the Quaffle, and Gryffindor scores!" three-fourths of the crowd erupted with cheers.
"Estrella has possession of the Quaffle, and passes it to Potter! Oooh, near miss by a Bludger! Potter scores!" Once again, there was an explosion of cheers. Harry was in awe of how great of a flier James was.
"Slytherin's Chaser, Brown, is in possession of the Quaffle. She scores," said Robert monotonously. The Slytherins cheered. Malfoy began to cheer along. Ron kicked him from behind to remind him that he was supposed to be a Gryffindor.
"Knock it off, Weasley!" said Malfoy, rubbing his back. Ron turned to Hermione.
"Where are Fred and George?"
"Oh, they're off picking flowers, Ron," replied Hermione. She took one look at Ron's startled face, laughed, and began telling him about Step One of Parental Guidance.
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"How in the world could we let Hermione talk us into doing this?" asked Fred. "I bet we look ridiculous." Fred and George had agreed to create a bouquet of flowers for James to give to Lily. The plan was for James to fly over to right after the Quidditch match, grab the flowers, and give them to give to Lily.
"Yeah. I reckon we do. But Fred, don't you do this in your spare time?" asked George, doubling up in laughter. Fred threw a rock at him.
"HEY!"
"Just be glad I didn't charm a boulder to fall on your head. Come on, George. Let's get these flowers before anyone sees us."
"Oy! Fred! How about these?" George held up a bunch of earwiggy green flowers.
"Oh, those are lovely." Said Fred, sarcastically. "Ah, well. I'm sure Lily will like those. Girls like bright colors, right?"
"I guess so. How about these?" asked George, holding up a spiky purple plant.
"Er, I don't think so."
"Oh, okay. Catch!" said George, and pretending to throw it.
"George!"
"Only joking, Fred. Ouch." The spikes had poked him.
"Very funny. Oh, these look nice," said Fred, looking at a bed of very bright red flowers.
"What're you looking at?" growled the flower.
"Oookay, maybe not this one," said Fred.
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At the Quidditch match, the Gryffindors were gaining control again. They were fifty points up.
"The score is twenty-seventy. Gryffindor is in the lead. They better catch the Snitch soon, before Slytherin starts to catch up," Fifteen minutes later, Slytherin had scored two more goals.
"Wait a second...is that the Snitch?" asked Robert. James turned around, and the Snitch was hovering two inches away from his face. The Slytherin Seeker was zooming toward him. Then James had an idea. He rocketed toward the Slytherin seeker, and he flew upwards just as he was a foot away from him. That had distracted the seeker from the snitch.
"That was close!" exclaimed Robert. "Great move, James!"
"Lily, you can let go of my arm now," said Sirius. She had been squeezing his arm for the past five minutes, and his arm was in danger of coming out of circulation.
"Oh, sorry, Sirius," said Lily, letting go of his arm. A second later, the Gryffindor Seeker made a spectacular dive.
"There goes Thomas!" The crowd held its breath. And then—
"Thomas has the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!" The crowd below exploded. Sirius and Remus were screaming themselves hoarse.
"Hey, where did James go?" asked Lily. They searched the field for him. Harry just grinned. He knew exactlywhat he was up to.
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"Do you guys have the flowers?" James asked Fred and George.
"Yep. Here you go, lover boy," said Fred, handing James the bouquet.
"Thanks for your help," replied James. Then he turned, and zoomed away on his broom.
"Good luck, James!" called Fred and George. James waved back and yelled, "Thanks!"
"Look! There he is!" said Remus, pointing at James. He sped toward them, and hovered near Lily. Then he got off his broom and handed her the flowers.
"Thank you James! They're beautiful!" said Lily. She hugged him tightly.
Hermione whispered into Harry's ear. "Step One complete."
All right! They've finished Step One! Woo-hoo! They will undergo step two in the next chapter. At least now we know how Lily feels. Thanks for reading my fic, and don't forget to write a review! Have a nice day!