DISCLAIMER: this is FAN FICTION and therefore, by definition, is based upon someone else's charactors, setting, etc., in this case JK Rowling's books...
Lily fell asleep almost instantly. She was instantly started dreaming...
*Lily's dream*
Lily was walking in a green meadow with pretty daffodils. James walked up, smiled and fell into step beside her, both of them silent. Lily turned to him, to say something, anything to break the silence. Something was wrong about James, his eyes didn't sparkle the way she loved, his hair seemed dull and non-rebellious, and even his step was heavier than usual. James grabbed her hand.
James: "Let's run." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. He pulled her, not gently or playfully, but forcefully. Stumbling, she almost fell, but he continued to pull her. Yanking her arm from his grasp she stopped resolutely.
Lily: "Let's not."
James: "You can't say not to me, I'm James Potter"
Lily: "And you can't tell me what to do, I'm a lady"
James: "A tiger is more like it"
Lily: "Thank you"
James: "That was most definitely not a compliment."
Lily glared at him, her normally brilliant green eyes becoming cold like emeralds.
Lily: "Do you know what I think of you, James Potter? I think your ego is inflated, your head is a couple sizes too big, and you are very stuck up."
*end dream*
Lily was shaking with anger as she woke up, did she really feel that way about James? Just when he was being egotistic and conceited, she decided, other than that he is a pretty good person, now if only he could be like had been the day before all the time...
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James tossed and turned, falling into light dozes. His dreams were fragmented, but all seemed to be something about a red hawk circling a stag, tormenting him, trying to make him fly, and finally coming out of the sky only to take off again... He finally gave up sleep with the first pale rays of the dawn and got up. He stood in the cold shower, wondering if Lily had really agreed to go with him to the dance, was that a dream? His brain was foggy, he hadn't drunk anything, had he? Then it hit him, he didn't need alcohol to get drunk, he had Lily Evans agreeing to go to the dance with him! James jumped out of the shower, shaking his now wet and messy hair to dry it, pulling on his robes, and then practically floating down the steps. He bumped into Sirius going down the stairs.
James: "Sorry..."
Sirius: "What exactly did you take?"
James: "Nothing..."
Sirius: "Seriously! Since when did I want you to follow the rules?"
James: "Honestly, truly, Padfootly, whatever... but she agreed, that's one person who doesn't just see the outer me... she said that she likes me for being me!"
Sirius raised an eyebrow: "Padfootly?"
James: "A pun... I thought it was funny..."
Sirius sighed: "I've heard worse... and better too..."
James: "I guess I'll have to find someone who appreciates my sense of humor..."
Sirius: "Try me after breakfast"
James laughed and went down the breakfast, a sleepy Sirius following.
Just as they were about to enter the Great Hall when James stopped Sirius, holding a finger up to his lips he pointed to Lily. She was walking towards them accompanied by Sarah. James was about to go talk to them when Snape started talking to them instead. James, unnoticed, eavesdropped.
Snape spoke in a sneering voice: "I hear you're going with Potter to the dance."
Lily nodded.
Snape: "You and Potter... together..."
Lily couldn't think of anything non-malicious to say so she turned to go with Sarah, still mysteriously not noticing James. When Snape was out of earshot they started talking again.
Sarah: "Was it just me, or is he really jealous of James?"
Lily: "Jealous? What's to be jealous of?"
Sarah: "Hm... let me see... He's good a Quidditch. He's really popular. You're going to the dance with him..." James gave up looking inconspicuous.
James: "Good morning, Tig"
Lily: "...Tig?
James: "Short for Tiger Lily"
Sirius: "Come on, I'm hungry..." James and Sirius left, leaving Lily and Sarah to go up to the Gryffindor common room again.
Lily fell asleep almost instantly. She was instantly started dreaming...
*Lily's dream*
Lily was walking in a green meadow with pretty daffodils. James walked up, smiled and fell into step beside her, both of them silent. Lily turned to him, to say something, anything to break the silence. Something was wrong about James, his eyes didn't sparkle the way she loved, his hair seemed dull and non-rebellious, and even his step was heavier than usual. James grabbed her hand.
James: "Let's run." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. He pulled her, not gently or playfully, but forcefully. Stumbling, she almost fell, but he continued to pull her. Yanking her arm from his grasp she stopped resolutely.
Lily: "Let's not."
James: "You can't say not to me, I'm James Potter"
Lily: "And you can't tell me what to do, I'm a lady"
James: "A tiger is more like it"
Lily: "Thank you"
James: "That was most definitely not a compliment."
Lily glared at him, her normally brilliant green eyes becoming cold like emeralds.
Lily: "Do you know what I think of you, James Potter? I think your ego is inflated, your head is a couple sizes too big, and you are very stuck up."
*end dream*
Lily was shaking with anger as she woke up, did she really feel that way about James? Just when he was being egotistic and conceited, she decided, other than that he is a pretty good person, now if only he could be like had been the day before all the time...
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James tossed and turned, falling into light dozes. His dreams were fragmented, but all seemed to be something about a red hawk circling a stag, tormenting him, trying to make him fly, and finally coming out of the sky only to take off again... He finally gave up sleep with the first pale rays of the dawn and got up. He stood in the cold shower, wondering if Lily had really agreed to go with him to the dance, was that a dream? His brain was foggy, he hadn't drunk anything, had he? Then it hit him, he didn't need alcohol to get drunk, he had Lily Evans agreeing to go to the dance with him! James jumped out of the shower, shaking his now wet and messy hair to dry it, pulling on his robes, and then practically floating down the steps. He bumped into Sirius going down the stairs.
James: "Sorry..."
Sirius: "What exactly did you take?"
James: "Nothing..."
Sirius: "Seriously! Since when did I want you to follow the rules?"
James: "Honestly, truly, Padfootly, whatever... but she agreed, that's one person who doesn't just see the outer me... she said that she likes me for being me!"
Sirius raised an eyebrow: "Padfootly?"
James: "A pun... I thought it was funny..."
Sirius sighed: "I've heard worse... and better too..."
James: "I guess I'll have to find someone who appreciates my sense of humor..."
Sirius: "Try me after breakfast"
James laughed and went down the breakfast, a sleepy Sirius following.
Just as they were about to enter the Great Hall when James stopped Sirius, holding a finger up to his lips he pointed to Lily. She was walking towards them accompanied by Sarah. James was about to go talk to them when Snape started talking to them instead. James, unnoticed, eavesdropped.
Snape spoke in a sneering voice: "I hear you're going with Potter to the dance."
Lily nodded.
Snape: "You and Potter... together..."
Lily couldn't think of anything non-malicious to say so she turned to go with Sarah, still mysteriously not noticing James. When Snape was out of earshot they started talking again.
Sarah: "Was it just me, or is he really jealous of James?"
Lily: "Jealous? What's to be jealous of?"
Sarah: "Hm... let me see... He's good a Quidditch. He's really popular. You're going to the dance with him..." James gave up looking inconspicuous.
James: "Good morning, Tig"
Lily: "...Tig?
James: "Short for Tiger Lily"
Sirius: "Come on, I'm hungry..." James and Sirius left, leaving Lily and Sarah to go up to the Gryffindor common room again.