DISCLAIMER: This is based on JK Rowling's brillaint series, Harry Potter, and I don't own it...
*In the deserted Gryffindor common room, during the first Quidditch match*
Lily's bright green eyes brimmed with tears as her friend, Sarah, continued to take out her PMS on her, or as Sarah would put it 'continued to try and make you see you truth, because you're obviously too blinded by that James Potter to see it for yourself.'
Sarah: "...AND he's in Slytherin, why does it matter why Potter hates him? He was reading a book on dark arts, ever stop to consider that he might be a DEATH EATER? You're just so full of yourself, Lily Evans, you think that no one will hurt you, no one will do anything to you. What have you talked about, Miss Veela-wanna-be? Nothing? Or has he giving you the 'dark arts are good' talk yet? What are you going to say? That you don't want to join? Death Eaters don't think like that, you're either in or dead. Or just ASK Potter about him..."
Lily began to ignore her and started thinking wondering if she needed to find a new best friend, maybe someone more interesting... lucky James, he has Sirius and Remus to talk to, but Peter probably is more like a leech than a friend. Lily continued thinking of James, his dark hair falling in his eyes, his laughing hazel eyes, his slightly lopsided smile, but was quickly brought back to reality before she even got through admiring his face in her mind by Sarah.
Sarah: "Lily... have you been thinking of your James again?"
Lily: "...huh? Oh... not really..."
Sarah: "Then you won't care who just came in the portrait hole."
Lily turned and almost bumped into an overly-energetic James, his hair a mess from Quidditch practice. She was about to apologize when James, laughing, swept her into his arms and starting dancing around the common room with her.
James crashed into a chair both of them falling into it, Lily began to wonder why he was so happy...
James: "Whoops! Sorry about that, Lily. but we WON, I took the Snitch out from under his nose, the fool! Slytherin is totally going way down this year..."
He didn't even try to move from under her, she was slightly disturbed for a moment, but then relaxed, turning to face him. He put his arms around her, smiling his barely lopsided grin.
James: Lily... I have to confess... I've been absolutely taken by you the moment I first saw you, I know that I've been a bit of a player in the past, but I swear, since I first saw you, I haven't looked at another girl, please, will go out with me?"
Lily's heart started thudding against her ribs, James Potter had just asked her out! She almost said yes, but then a memory of the malice he obviously felt for Snape made her wonder, was he that great after all? What's the heart like behind the glamour? She looked into James's expectant eyes and wondered if she could refuse him, but was saved by Sirius yelling at James.
Sirius: "Prongs! I've been looking for you for ages, it's my job to get you out of the common room while some idiots throw you a surprise party to celebrate the downfall of Slytherin for the day... oops, blew the surprise, didn't it?"
James: "Lily...?"
Lily: "Go on, I'll wait here."
Lily stood up and went up into the girl's dorm. She sat on her bed, a single tear falling down her face and she stared out the window at the now deserted Quidditch Pitch. She shivered, even though it was warm, and wondered for what seemed to be the millionth time, why did James hate Snape? Other than the obvious: he's into dark arts, his hair is a mess, not that James is too much better after he plays Quidditch but he managed to pull it off and make it look sexy. She knew that she should ask James, but she was half afraid of him...
*In the deserted Gryffindor common room, during the first Quidditch match*
Lily's bright green eyes brimmed with tears as her friend, Sarah, continued to take out her PMS on her, or as Sarah would put it 'continued to try and make you see you truth, because you're obviously too blinded by that James Potter to see it for yourself.'
Sarah: "...AND he's in Slytherin, why does it matter why Potter hates him? He was reading a book on dark arts, ever stop to consider that he might be a DEATH EATER? You're just so full of yourself, Lily Evans, you think that no one will hurt you, no one will do anything to you. What have you talked about, Miss Veela-wanna-be? Nothing? Or has he giving you the 'dark arts are good' talk yet? What are you going to say? That you don't want to join? Death Eaters don't think like that, you're either in or dead. Or just ASK Potter about him..."
Lily began to ignore her and started thinking wondering if she needed to find a new best friend, maybe someone more interesting... lucky James, he has Sirius and Remus to talk to, but Peter probably is more like a leech than a friend. Lily continued thinking of James, his dark hair falling in his eyes, his laughing hazel eyes, his slightly lopsided smile, but was quickly brought back to reality before she even got through admiring his face in her mind by Sarah.
Sarah: "Lily... have you been thinking of your James again?"
Lily: "...huh? Oh... not really..."
Sarah: "Then you won't care who just came in the portrait hole."
Lily turned and almost bumped into an overly-energetic James, his hair a mess from Quidditch practice. She was about to apologize when James, laughing, swept her into his arms and starting dancing around the common room with her.
James crashed into a chair both of them falling into it, Lily began to wonder why he was so happy...
James: "Whoops! Sorry about that, Lily. but we WON, I took the Snitch out from under his nose, the fool! Slytherin is totally going way down this year..."
He didn't even try to move from under her, she was slightly disturbed for a moment, but then relaxed, turning to face him. He put his arms around her, smiling his barely lopsided grin.
James: Lily... I have to confess... I've been absolutely taken by you the moment I first saw you, I know that I've been a bit of a player in the past, but I swear, since I first saw you, I haven't looked at another girl, please, will go out with me?"
Lily's heart started thudding against her ribs, James Potter had just asked her out! She almost said yes, but then a memory of the malice he obviously felt for Snape made her wonder, was he that great after all? What's the heart like behind the glamour? She looked into James's expectant eyes and wondered if she could refuse him, but was saved by Sirius yelling at James.
Sirius: "Prongs! I've been looking for you for ages, it's my job to get you out of the common room while some idiots throw you a surprise party to celebrate the downfall of Slytherin for the day... oops, blew the surprise, didn't it?"
James: "Lily...?"
Lily: "Go on, I'll wait here."
Lily stood up and went up into the girl's dorm. She sat on her bed, a single tear falling down her face and she stared out the window at the now deserted Quidditch Pitch. She shivered, even though it was warm, and wondered for what seemed to be the millionth time, why did James hate Snape? Other than the obvious: he's into dark arts, his hair is a mess, not that James is too much better after he plays Quidditch but he managed to pull it off and make it look sexy. She knew that she should ask James, but she was half afraid of him...