The gang had forced Lily and James to sit next to each other as the rules were read, much to both of their greatest anger.
Finally they were let go. Lily hurried out of her seat and over to the girls so she wouldn't have to be near 'that thing' as she was thinking of him at that moment.
The entire school walked out to the Quidditch Pitch and started building, with magic, their forts. The snowballs, by rule,
could only be made by hand and not by magic. In years passed students had used very bad magic to hurt their enemies.
Dumbledore stood in the middle, waiting. Then he raised his hand, bringing a silence over the group.
"Ready, set. GO!" Dumbledore said as he flew up into the air on his broomstick and away from the flying snowballs.
A snow ball hit Lily in the back of the head. She spun around, looking for who did it. Sirius, Peter, and Remus-the three witnesses pointed at James. Her lips tightened into a straight line. She took her snowball and smashed him in the back of his head. James wipped around and glared at her when he saw who it was.
"Jerk!" She yelled at him. He picked up some snow and made a snowball out of it.
"Priss!" He yelled back, as he threw the snowball at her face. She ducked out of its way, grabbing snow as she ducked.
"YOU ARE SO DEAD POTTER!" She screamed, chucking snowballs at him.
The war was on between the two of them, snow flying and reaching its destination. Neither were trying to hide from it, only allowing their anger to control them.
James, who seemed to finally have enough, tackled Lily to the ground, smashing snow into her red hair. Lily kicked and tried to push him off, throwing snow into his face. They rolled to an incline, which brought them away from the war and outside of the Quidditch Pitch. They continued to roll down the hill until they came to a stop in the meadow, James on top of her.
"YOU NO GOOD, ROTTEN, STUCK UP, ARROGANT, BASTARD! GET OFF ME!!" Lily screamed, kicking her legs underneath him and hitting his stomach with her fists. He grabbed both of her arms and pinned them to the snowy ground.
"NOW LISTEN HERE YOU PRISSY LITTLE SNOT FACED GIRL! YOU ARE INSANE!"
"NO I AM NO YOU ARE! GET OFF OF MEE!"
"NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHY IN THE HELL YOU ARE SO ANGRY ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT. IT WAS NOOOOT MY FAULT!"
"IT WAS TOO!"
"WAS NOT!!"
"YOU SET THEM UP TO DO THAT SO YOU COULD KISS ME LIKE THAT!!"
"LIKE WHAT?!"
"ALL LOVINGLY AND STUFF.. THAT SLOPPY EXCUSE FOR A FRENCH KISS!"
"SLOPPY?!"
"YES, SLOPPY. YOU KISS LIKE A FREAK!"
"AND YOU LOOK LIKE A FREAK!"
"YOU ACT LIKE A FREAK!"
"WHY ARE YOU SUCH A PRISS, EVANS? WHY DID I EVER LIKE YOU?"
"THE SAME REASON WHY I LIKED YOU."
"YOU NEVER LIKED ME."
"YES I DID."
"WHEN? HUH?"
"FOREVER! BUT YOU ALWAYS ACTED LIKE A STUPID NITWIT."
"WELL, MAYBE I LIKED YOU TO, WHEN YOU WEREN'T BEING DIFFICULT."
"ME?! YOU ARE THE ONE THAT IS DIFFICULT!"
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST ADMIT YOU ARE AFRAID!"
"I ALREADY HAVE, POTTER. DUH!! GET OFF OF ME THIS INSTANT!"
"No." They stayed that way, breathing hard after their tumbling and their yelling fight. They glared at each other, not saying a word. Then James leaned down and kissed her as passionately as he could, letting go of her hands. Her cold fingers slid into his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Every atom of their beings burned with love for each other that had been pent up since the moment that they met. They pulled away several minutes later, breathing hard.
"I hate you James."
"I hate you too Lily."
"Get off of me you nitwit."
"Wait. Did you really mean you hate me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you keep trying to force yourself on me."
"Then why were your fingers in my hair?"
"I was trying to grab some to pull it."
"Then why did you pull me deeper into the kiss?"
"Just shut up and get off of me."
"Not until you answer the question."
"NO!"
"Then I am not getting up."
"ARRGG!! Why do you have to be such a nitwit?"
"Because it is who I am. Now tell me Lily."
"Because..."
"Yes?"
"I love you James Potter. Okay? I love you and I can't handle that thought. I love you and I want you. I need you so deeply.
So purely. I have never needed anyone or anything more. I love you James, but I'm afraid."
"Don't be afraid. I love you too."
"Kiss me. Please?" She begged. He smiled and complied, pulling her up and holding her in his arms not know that their friends stood at the top of the hill smiling and celebrating.
Finally they were let go. Lily hurried out of her seat and over to the girls so she wouldn't have to be near 'that thing' as she was thinking of him at that moment.
The entire school walked out to the Quidditch Pitch and started building, with magic, their forts. The snowballs, by rule,
could only be made by hand and not by magic. In years passed students had used very bad magic to hurt their enemies.
Dumbledore stood in the middle, waiting. Then he raised his hand, bringing a silence over the group.
"Ready, set. GO!" Dumbledore said as he flew up into the air on his broomstick and away from the flying snowballs.
A snow ball hit Lily in the back of the head. She spun around, looking for who did it. Sirius, Peter, and Remus-the three witnesses pointed at James. Her lips tightened into a straight line. She took her snowball and smashed him in the back of his head. James wipped around and glared at her when he saw who it was.
"Jerk!" She yelled at him. He picked up some snow and made a snowball out of it.
"Priss!" He yelled back, as he threw the snowball at her face. She ducked out of its way, grabbing snow as she ducked.
"YOU ARE SO DEAD POTTER!" She screamed, chucking snowballs at him.
The war was on between the two of them, snow flying and reaching its destination. Neither were trying to hide from it, only allowing their anger to control them.
James, who seemed to finally have enough, tackled Lily to the ground, smashing snow into her red hair. Lily kicked and tried to push him off, throwing snow into his face. They rolled to an incline, which brought them away from the war and outside of the Quidditch Pitch. They continued to roll down the hill until they came to a stop in the meadow, James on top of her.
"YOU NO GOOD, ROTTEN, STUCK UP, ARROGANT, BASTARD! GET OFF ME!!" Lily screamed, kicking her legs underneath him and hitting his stomach with her fists. He grabbed both of her arms and pinned them to the snowy ground.
"NOW LISTEN HERE YOU PRISSY LITTLE SNOT FACED GIRL! YOU ARE INSANE!"
"NO I AM NO YOU ARE! GET OFF OF MEE!"
"NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHY IN THE HELL YOU ARE SO ANGRY ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT. IT WAS NOOOOT MY FAULT!"
"IT WAS TOO!"
"WAS NOT!!"
"YOU SET THEM UP TO DO THAT SO YOU COULD KISS ME LIKE THAT!!"
"LIKE WHAT?!"
"ALL LOVINGLY AND STUFF.. THAT SLOPPY EXCUSE FOR A FRENCH KISS!"
"SLOPPY?!"
"YES, SLOPPY. YOU KISS LIKE A FREAK!"
"AND YOU LOOK LIKE A FREAK!"
"YOU ACT LIKE A FREAK!"
"WHY ARE YOU SUCH A PRISS, EVANS? WHY DID I EVER LIKE YOU?"
"THE SAME REASON WHY I LIKED YOU."
"YOU NEVER LIKED ME."
"YES I DID."
"WHEN? HUH?"
"FOREVER! BUT YOU ALWAYS ACTED LIKE A STUPID NITWIT."
"WELL, MAYBE I LIKED YOU TO, WHEN YOU WEREN'T BEING DIFFICULT."
"ME?! YOU ARE THE ONE THAT IS DIFFICULT!"
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST ADMIT YOU ARE AFRAID!"
"I ALREADY HAVE, POTTER. DUH!! GET OFF OF ME THIS INSTANT!"
"No." They stayed that way, breathing hard after their tumbling and their yelling fight. They glared at each other, not saying a word. Then James leaned down and kissed her as passionately as he could, letting go of her hands. Her cold fingers slid into his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Every atom of their beings burned with love for each other that had been pent up since the moment that they met. They pulled away several minutes later, breathing hard.
"I hate you James."
"I hate you too Lily."
"Get off of me you nitwit."
"Wait. Did you really mean you hate me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you keep trying to force yourself on me."
"Then why were your fingers in my hair?"
"I was trying to grab some to pull it."
"Then why did you pull me deeper into the kiss?"
"Just shut up and get off of me."
"Not until you answer the question."
"NO!"
"Then I am not getting up."
"ARRGG!! Why do you have to be such a nitwit?"
"Because it is who I am. Now tell me Lily."
"Because..."
"Yes?"
"I love you James Potter. Okay? I love you and I can't handle that thought. I love you and I want you. I need you so deeply.
So purely. I have never needed anyone or anything more. I love you James, but I'm afraid."
"Don't be afraid. I love you too."
"Kiss me. Please?" She begged. He smiled and complied, pulling her up and holding her in his arms not know that their friends stood at the top of the hill smiling and celebrating.