Disclaimer: Somebody told me (b/c my other story has no disclaimer) that I
really need one. However, you all know that I DON'T own any of it. Nope,
not even the plot, really. The whole Lily/James thing has been done a
million times, so it's not mine, either. Anyway, I have put my own ideas
into it, so I hope it won't be too superfluous to read. Hope you enjoy as
well!
Summary: Well, what's the summary of every Lily/James fic? ...But, b/c I like you, here's the sneak-peak that was in the outward summary: -"There's a fine line between love and hate." -"There's a fine line between genius and insanity as well, and you're a loony." -"Huh?" -"I mean, that's just a tired old cliché, Potter." -"That's the beauty of clichés, *Evans*, they're always true no matter what time period you're in." (That should help make you understand the title of this fic.)
***Story begins now!***
The scarlet engine of the Hogwarts Express was steaming with anticipation, anxiously waiting out the last minutes before its departure to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students of all ages were bustling around Platform 9 ¾, greeting friends they hadn't seen over the summer and saying their farewells to their family who had to stay behind. Among these joyous reunions and loving good-byes, Lily Evans sat alone in the last compartment of the train, her trunk already stowed, wishing that they could just be on with it.
Lily was a very pretty young witch returning to Hogwarts for her sixth year. She had pale, creamy skin that was splashed with an abundance of freckles around the bridge of her nose. A mop of auburn hair sat atop her head in a tidy manner and a pair of startling emerald eyes peered dully out from behind the thick hair. The girl had brains, too; she was very near the top of her class. Despite those admirable traits, Lily had no friends, or anyone she would call such. She suspected this fact to be partly due to her fiery and proud attitude, but she had an alternative reason to blame: the marauders.
The marauders were a group of four boys; in fact, they were the four of the most popular boys in school. Peter Pettigrew was undoubtedly the least popular of the four, he just didn't have the same cool veneer as his buddies. With his dark, beady eyes and sallow appearance, he seemed an unlikely part of the group. For some reason or other, the rest of the marauders accepted him, and the rest of the school followed suit. Sirius Black was the clown of the group. He had long dark tresses that framed his face and chiseled jaw line. His dark eyes always conveyed a feeling of mirth and had a certain indescribable, desirable quality that drew women to him like moths to a flame. He was the one that relished in fooling around with as many girls as he could and did indeed seem to have a new girlfriend every week. Remus Lupin had the reputation of being the innocent one; the kind, sweet, silent marauder, but Lily knew him better. In reality, he took as much pleasure in making people look like fools as his friends. He may not have always been physically involved with all the mischief the boys got into, but he was definitely always behind the scenes, using his intellect to mastermind their plans. And James Potter? James had chronically unruly jet black hair, but it only made him all that more adorable. Orbs like deep blue pools stared out from his handsome face. He was, along with Sirius, another heartthrob of the school. The only girl that was able to ward off his charm was Lily. Other girls nearly fainted at his... "dreamy-ness". James was an all-star athlete, the smart ass. Well, he truly was smart. Lily hated to admit it, but he had grades that rivaled her own, even better than her in Transfiguration. What really pissed her off was that he seemed to be able to achieve these grades without breaking a sweat.
So how were these boys responsible for her lack of friends? Well, the group as a whole paid her a lot of attention, which all the other boys at school as a sign to stay away from their "territory". The marauders' attention, though mainly teasing, sent the majority of the female population of Hogwarts into throes of jealousy, just because they gave her the time of day. Lily didn't understand how this should make her envy- worthy; she would like just as well if they left her alone and ignored her like the rest of the school, but they never did. Much to her dismay, said troublemakers popped into her compartment in their normal fashion. Three of them had to duck their heads so that their tall frame could fit through the door, but Peter had no trouble walking through with a straight posture. When they came through the door, they carried with them the air of merriment held by everyone else at the station.
"Lils!" Sirius squealed girlishly and fanned himself with his hand overdramatically, all the while batting his eyelashes furiously. "I just can't stand being separated from you for so long! Did you miss me, too?" When Lily didn't answer, Sirius sauntered over to where she was sitting and plunked himself down on her lap. He proceeded to make himself comfortable by squishing his rear back and forth.
"Um, yeah... I missed you so much it was unbearable." She said sarcastically and started to stand up so that Sirius fell unceremoniously to the floor onto his fanny.
"Ouch, that hurt my arse." Sirius whined, puffing out his bottom lip, an obvious bad attempt at an innocent pout. Remus, Peter, and James, who had wisely chosen better seats to save their own hindquarters, laughed heartily at their friend.
"You'll just have to find a girl who won't mind making your ass feel better." Peter suggested between chuckles.
Remus made a chortling sound. "Shouldn't be too hard, eh?" Sirius shot him a withering look, then, after deeming the comment to be a compliment, flashed him a bright smile instead. However, he recovered his scowl when his face turned back to Lily.
"Oh, Sirius, quit pouting, you deserved it." James said, clapping Sirius on the shoulder. "You should be more like me. Lily Flower would never drop me on my booty. But, then again, that may be because she's grown fond of my derriere, right Lils?" He tried in vain to position his head so that he could get a glance at his backside, but ended up settling for a pat to a cheek. "It's toned and muscular, I'll give you that."
Lily growled. Ever since about third year, James had it stuck in his head that she *fancied* his butt and every once in a while he would brag about his "superior posterior". This couldn't be further from the truth, but once something was lodged in James' mind, one would be hard pressed to remove the offending thought. Lily glared menacingly back and forth between James and Sirius wondering which she should hex first. Sirius noticed this as his cue to exit and did so, still rubbing his sore rump.
"So, did you have a nice summer?" James inquired of Lily. His words were polite, but his voice took on a mocking tone. Lily stared stupidly back at him for a moment while her brain processed the delayed thought. Soon she had thought of about a dozen haughty remarks that would set the little prat in his place, but all she could manage to get out was "mm-hm". Immediately afterward she began mentally berating herself for not dragging him down when given the perfect opportunity.
The remaining marauders seemed to lose interest in the silent Lily and turned to each other for amusement. The three huddled on the opposite side of the car from her and discussed something in hushed, yet excited voices. Lily wrote it off as their conspiring for their annual "Welcome Back" prank plans and resumed staring blankly out the window. The train's journey had only just begun and she had some down time so she took the time to rest her mind and get ready for the unexpected.
A/N: Yeah, the last sentence was corny, but bear with me.
But that's only the beginning! Please R&R! P.S. - If you tell me how many different terms I used for a butt, you win a review of one of your stories from me! YAY! (I'll probably review yours anyway if you just review mine.) Anyway, should I continue? Was this complete crap? Tell me!
Summary: Well, what's the summary of every Lily/James fic? ...But, b/c I like you, here's the sneak-peak that was in the outward summary: -"There's a fine line between love and hate." -"There's a fine line between genius and insanity as well, and you're a loony." -"Huh?" -"I mean, that's just a tired old cliché, Potter." -"That's the beauty of clichés, *Evans*, they're always true no matter what time period you're in." (That should help make you understand the title of this fic.)
***Story begins now!***
The scarlet engine of the Hogwarts Express was steaming with anticipation, anxiously waiting out the last minutes before its departure to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students of all ages were bustling around Platform 9 ¾, greeting friends they hadn't seen over the summer and saying their farewells to their family who had to stay behind. Among these joyous reunions and loving good-byes, Lily Evans sat alone in the last compartment of the train, her trunk already stowed, wishing that they could just be on with it.
Lily was a very pretty young witch returning to Hogwarts for her sixth year. She had pale, creamy skin that was splashed with an abundance of freckles around the bridge of her nose. A mop of auburn hair sat atop her head in a tidy manner and a pair of startling emerald eyes peered dully out from behind the thick hair. The girl had brains, too; she was very near the top of her class. Despite those admirable traits, Lily had no friends, or anyone she would call such. She suspected this fact to be partly due to her fiery and proud attitude, but she had an alternative reason to blame: the marauders.
The marauders were a group of four boys; in fact, they were the four of the most popular boys in school. Peter Pettigrew was undoubtedly the least popular of the four, he just didn't have the same cool veneer as his buddies. With his dark, beady eyes and sallow appearance, he seemed an unlikely part of the group. For some reason or other, the rest of the marauders accepted him, and the rest of the school followed suit. Sirius Black was the clown of the group. He had long dark tresses that framed his face and chiseled jaw line. His dark eyes always conveyed a feeling of mirth and had a certain indescribable, desirable quality that drew women to him like moths to a flame. He was the one that relished in fooling around with as many girls as he could and did indeed seem to have a new girlfriend every week. Remus Lupin had the reputation of being the innocent one; the kind, sweet, silent marauder, but Lily knew him better. In reality, he took as much pleasure in making people look like fools as his friends. He may not have always been physically involved with all the mischief the boys got into, but he was definitely always behind the scenes, using his intellect to mastermind their plans. And James Potter? James had chronically unruly jet black hair, but it only made him all that more adorable. Orbs like deep blue pools stared out from his handsome face. He was, along with Sirius, another heartthrob of the school. The only girl that was able to ward off his charm was Lily. Other girls nearly fainted at his... "dreamy-ness". James was an all-star athlete, the smart ass. Well, he truly was smart. Lily hated to admit it, but he had grades that rivaled her own, even better than her in Transfiguration. What really pissed her off was that he seemed to be able to achieve these grades without breaking a sweat.
So how were these boys responsible for her lack of friends? Well, the group as a whole paid her a lot of attention, which all the other boys at school as a sign to stay away from their "territory". The marauders' attention, though mainly teasing, sent the majority of the female population of Hogwarts into throes of jealousy, just because they gave her the time of day. Lily didn't understand how this should make her envy- worthy; she would like just as well if they left her alone and ignored her like the rest of the school, but they never did. Much to her dismay, said troublemakers popped into her compartment in their normal fashion. Three of them had to duck their heads so that their tall frame could fit through the door, but Peter had no trouble walking through with a straight posture. When they came through the door, they carried with them the air of merriment held by everyone else at the station.
"Lils!" Sirius squealed girlishly and fanned himself with his hand overdramatically, all the while batting his eyelashes furiously. "I just can't stand being separated from you for so long! Did you miss me, too?" When Lily didn't answer, Sirius sauntered over to where she was sitting and plunked himself down on her lap. He proceeded to make himself comfortable by squishing his rear back and forth.
"Um, yeah... I missed you so much it was unbearable." She said sarcastically and started to stand up so that Sirius fell unceremoniously to the floor onto his fanny.
"Ouch, that hurt my arse." Sirius whined, puffing out his bottom lip, an obvious bad attempt at an innocent pout. Remus, Peter, and James, who had wisely chosen better seats to save their own hindquarters, laughed heartily at their friend.
"You'll just have to find a girl who won't mind making your ass feel better." Peter suggested between chuckles.
Remus made a chortling sound. "Shouldn't be too hard, eh?" Sirius shot him a withering look, then, after deeming the comment to be a compliment, flashed him a bright smile instead. However, he recovered his scowl when his face turned back to Lily.
"Oh, Sirius, quit pouting, you deserved it." James said, clapping Sirius on the shoulder. "You should be more like me. Lily Flower would never drop me on my booty. But, then again, that may be because she's grown fond of my derriere, right Lils?" He tried in vain to position his head so that he could get a glance at his backside, but ended up settling for a pat to a cheek. "It's toned and muscular, I'll give you that."
Lily growled. Ever since about third year, James had it stuck in his head that she *fancied* his butt and every once in a while he would brag about his "superior posterior". This couldn't be further from the truth, but once something was lodged in James' mind, one would be hard pressed to remove the offending thought. Lily glared menacingly back and forth between James and Sirius wondering which she should hex first. Sirius noticed this as his cue to exit and did so, still rubbing his sore rump.
"So, did you have a nice summer?" James inquired of Lily. His words were polite, but his voice took on a mocking tone. Lily stared stupidly back at him for a moment while her brain processed the delayed thought. Soon she had thought of about a dozen haughty remarks that would set the little prat in his place, but all she could manage to get out was "mm-hm". Immediately afterward she began mentally berating herself for not dragging him down when given the perfect opportunity.
The remaining marauders seemed to lose interest in the silent Lily and turned to each other for amusement. The three huddled on the opposite side of the car from her and discussed something in hushed, yet excited voices. Lily wrote it off as their conspiring for their annual "Welcome Back" prank plans and resumed staring blankly out the window. The train's journey had only just begun and she had some down time so she took the time to rest her mind and get ready for the unexpected.
A/N: Yeah, the last sentence was corny, but bear with me.
But that's only the beginning! Please R&R! P.S. - If you tell me how many different terms I used for a butt, you win a review of one of your stories from me! YAY! (I'll probably review yours anyway if you just review mine.) Anyway, should I continue? Was this complete crap? Tell me!