A/n: I got bored, it's late, and I still have an hour before I usually
fall asleep. I figured I would write a fun little fan-fic for the group,
to keep us alive.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns all of these characters, lucky woman. I simply wish I owned one or two of them, and if you don't know which, I ain't gonna tell you here. However, I am adding random names in here so that the characters can have conversations outside the circle of friends, and not look crazy.
Summary: James gets the girl, and Sirius gets jealous. Who can ever say what the green-eyed monster of jealousy will do?
Chapter one
"Come on, Lily," Mignonette called, her French accent musical. "Your boyfriend has a Quidditch game in five minutes!" Lily grumbled and put down her book of charms. "He is not my boyfriend!" she said for the hundredth time. She knew she fought a losing battle with this, but she wouldn't stop trying to win. In any case, she pulled out a coat and scarf, and joined her friend by the door. "Let's go get good seats, then. I don't want to have to sit by the Slytherins, they are horrible," Mignonette shuddered, probably recalling her latest encounter from Potions class. Lily, ever diplomatic, replied, "Horrible they may be, but they have as much of a right to be here as you do. How many other people have the choice to choose between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons? But you're right, let's go get good seats. This should be a good game, Gryffindor against Ravenclaw." The two friends chatted idly while walking down the staircases, and Lily soon lost the thread of conversation. She wanted good seats to do some looking, though not out at the pitch.
Sirius dragged Remus to the front row seats, glaring at two first years who had gotten there first. They quickly scampered out of the way, and Remus heaved a sigh. "You know you're not supposed to do that, Sir," he said softly, not happy, but not reprimanding. "Hey, look, it's Lily and Mignonette," he pointed, gazing at the transfer student. "She's extraordinarily pretty, don't you think?" Sirius laughed and gently cuffed Remus on the side of his head. "If James sees you looking at Lily like that," he started, his voice jokingly warning. "I meant Mignonette!" Remus said hastily, his ears burning under cover of his silvering brown hair. He idly scratched his upper arm, where a scabbed set of scratches remained hidden by his cloak. "Knock it off," Sirius told him, knocking his fingers from the scratches. "You want that to get infected?"
Remus was glad of Sirius' concern, and tried not concentrating on the itch. "Maybe we should ask them to come sit over here," Sirius muttered, watching the girls try to find some decent seats. He stood, shouting, "Oy, Evans!" and glared menacingly at two more first year students. "You're in their seats. Move it." Remus sighed, but said nothing. He couldn't control his friends; they thought his prefect's badge simply allowed them to get away with more. Lily and Mignonette had arrived, both looking lovely, but Remus only had eyes for the French girl. "Thanks, Sirius," Lily said, a touch breathless, though Remus had no idea why. "Merci," Mignonette murmured in her soft, musical voice. Remus stood and offered his seat to her, and she smiled and sat next to it instead. Remus resumed his seat as Lily sat beside her friend, and Sirius, ever daring, sat and threw his arm behind Lily's back. She squirmed, Remus noted, but said nothing. Were it James, she would have been standing in a hurry, and off to find a new seat already. "Wonderful seats," she said, speaking to Sirius. He grinned lopsidedly and nodded. Remus watched the players step out onto the pitch, and smiled as he located James. By far the best Seeker Hogwarts had yet seen, James was rather rugged and dashing, Remus thought. Not to mention the way his hair was always messed up—completely intentional, but effective none the less. "It adds a certain je ne sais quoi," he thought.
Mignonette decided to try and strike up a conversation with Remus by turning to the one topic she knew he would speak on. "Have you read any good books lately?" she inquired, turning to look at the handsome and mysterious boy. A slow smile spread across his lips, and he nodded. "One you might like, it was by Adele Muscat," he replied. "I believe it was about the magical history behind the French Revolution." The girl smiled. "Yes, I have heard of it. A relative of mine located the photographs to accompany it, did you see them?" "How could I not?" Remus exclaimed softly. "They were fantastic! The one from the cell in the Bastille? It was amazing! It was like I was transported back and was the man's cellmate. You could borrow my copy, if you would like," he offered, amazed at the amount of speaking he had just done. "Oui, I would like that very much," she replied. "Oh, it's starting!" she told him, pointing to the pitch.
Remus and Sirius missed most of the game, each concentrating more on the girl beside him. Lily watched the game, flattered but distracted by Sirius' attention. She knew better, though, and would not acknowledge the attention. He was known for moving on from girl to girl, breaking hearts in each house but Slytherin. Mignonette, however, was smiling shyly at Remus and seemed to be having a good time. Happy for her friend, Lily smiled unconsciously. Sirius thought, as young men are wont to do, that the smile was just for him, and he leaned a little closer, tightening his arm around Lily's shoulder so that his grip was gentle yet possessive. Remus, at the same time, found his hand had moved of its own volition and now rested softly clasping Mignonette's hand. He looked at her, smiling shyly, and made to remove it, but she took a gentle hold. "She looks pretty when she blushes," Remus decided with a small smile intended for no one but her.
James caught the snitch with Gryffindor fifty points in the lead, and Remus watched the players all fly down and shake hands. "A quick match," Mignonette murmured, and Remus wondered vaguely which match she meant. He knew her to be an avid divination student, so she could be talking about the two of them or the Quidditch game. Or, he wondered, could she be thinking of Sirius and Lily? The two had seemed to be getting along quite well. Better, in fact, than she and James got along. He smiled at the French girl. "A very quick match. Rather upsetting, I must say. It means that I lose time to spend with you." "Idiot, idiot, idiot, she'll see straight through that and think it a pick-up line from the second grade!" he chided himself in his mind. To his amazement she blushed, and smiled. "Well," she said slowly, "we could return to the dormitory together, if you wish to spend so much time together." Remus quickly agreed, and they left after bidding Sirius and Lily farewell. Soon losing sight of her friend in the crowd, Lily stood and watched the players collect the assortment of balls used for the game. She leaned against the rail, easily picking out James with his messy black hair. He had grabbed his broom and a bat from one of the beaters, and zoomed up to retrieve the bludgers. She was only vaguely aware of Sirius standing and moving closer beside her, their shoulders touching as he gazed out into the Forbidden Forest beyond the pitch.
James brought his broom to a short stop, waiting for one of the bludgers to whiz toward him before slamming it with the bat toward the ground. He waited for the second, spinning idly to make sure it wouldn't come at him from behind, and spotted a familiar pair standing at one of the rails on the Gryffindor side. Lily, he noted, was watching him. Standing at her shoulder, "Awful close, isn't he?" James thought, was Sirius, looking out at the Forest. His anger flared as he saw a black-clad arm around Lily's waist, and he was more upset at the fact that she didn't bother moving away or pulling out her wand. James watched curiously as Lily's eyes grew large and she raised a hand to point over his shoulder. Her mouth opened in a scream as the second bludger slammed into his back. His breath disappeared from the force of the impact, and his broom pitched forward, throwing him off for the first time in his life. He had what seemed like hours to watch the ground as he fell, numbly aware that he had heard a dull crack when the black ball had hit him. He flipped in the wind, saw Lily had her wand out, and felt his descent slow. She had brought him to a safe, gentle landing on the grass, where he was soon surrounded by people before a silent darkness claimed his senses.
Lily and Sirius raced to the hospital wing, using a secret passage that the handsome boy had pulled her into. They raced up and up, and finally emerged from behind a tapestry after making sure the coast was clear. Lily hurried into the hospital wing, and easily located James by way of seeing all of his teammates crowded around his bed. "Excuse me, pardon," she mumbled, squeezing through to the bedside. She whipped out her wand again, waving it slowly over his body and muttering an incantation that would tell her what was wrong, and if anything was broken. Her heart caught as she reached his midsection; her wand vibrated in her already shaking hand, proving that he had broken his back. Dropping her wand, Lily grabbed James' hand and clutched it, horrified at the years she had spent rejecting his attentions.
Sirius watched sullenly from the background as Lily held fast to his best friend's hand. "It's not fair," he thought acidly. "I'm the one girls swoon over, not James. Why does she have to be so worried about him? She's rejected him the past four years!" A little voice sounded in his head. "Ahh, that's not fair to him. He's worked hard, concentrating on winning only her, but you've made a reputation for not being tied down anywhere." "So what? She spent the game with my arm around her, something she has never allowed James to do. She won't stand three feet away from him, and now she clutches his hand like a bloody lifeline."
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns all of these characters, lucky woman. I simply wish I owned one or two of them, and if you don't know which, I ain't gonna tell you here. However, I am adding random names in here so that the characters can have conversations outside the circle of friends, and not look crazy.
Summary: James gets the girl, and Sirius gets jealous. Who can ever say what the green-eyed monster of jealousy will do?
Chapter one
"Come on, Lily," Mignonette called, her French accent musical. "Your boyfriend has a Quidditch game in five minutes!" Lily grumbled and put down her book of charms. "He is not my boyfriend!" she said for the hundredth time. She knew she fought a losing battle with this, but she wouldn't stop trying to win. In any case, she pulled out a coat and scarf, and joined her friend by the door. "Let's go get good seats, then. I don't want to have to sit by the Slytherins, they are horrible," Mignonette shuddered, probably recalling her latest encounter from Potions class. Lily, ever diplomatic, replied, "Horrible they may be, but they have as much of a right to be here as you do. How many other people have the choice to choose between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons? But you're right, let's go get good seats. This should be a good game, Gryffindor against Ravenclaw." The two friends chatted idly while walking down the staircases, and Lily soon lost the thread of conversation. She wanted good seats to do some looking, though not out at the pitch.
Sirius dragged Remus to the front row seats, glaring at two first years who had gotten there first. They quickly scampered out of the way, and Remus heaved a sigh. "You know you're not supposed to do that, Sir," he said softly, not happy, but not reprimanding. "Hey, look, it's Lily and Mignonette," he pointed, gazing at the transfer student. "She's extraordinarily pretty, don't you think?" Sirius laughed and gently cuffed Remus on the side of his head. "If James sees you looking at Lily like that," he started, his voice jokingly warning. "I meant Mignonette!" Remus said hastily, his ears burning under cover of his silvering brown hair. He idly scratched his upper arm, where a scabbed set of scratches remained hidden by his cloak. "Knock it off," Sirius told him, knocking his fingers from the scratches. "You want that to get infected?"
Remus was glad of Sirius' concern, and tried not concentrating on the itch. "Maybe we should ask them to come sit over here," Sirius muttered, watching the girls try to find some decent seats. He stood, shouting, "Oy, Evans!" and glared menacingly at two more first year students. "You're in their seats. Move it." Remus sighed, but said nothing. He couldn't control his friends; they thought his prefect's badge simply allowed them to get away with more. Lily and Mignonette had arrived, both looking lovely, but Remus only had eyes for the French girl. "Thanks, Sirius," Lily said, a touch breathless, though Remus had no idea why. "Merci," Mignonette murmured in her soft, musical voice. Remus stood and offered his seat to her, and she smiled and sat next to it instead. Remus resumed his seat as Lily sat beside her friend, and Sirius, ever daring, sat and threw his arm behind Lily's back. She squirmed, Remus noted, but said nothing. Were it James, she would have been standing in a hurry, and off to find a new seat already. "Wonderful seats," she said, speaking to Sirius. He grinned lopsidedly and nodded. Remus watched the players step out onto the pitch, and smiled as he located James. By far the best Seeker Hogwarts had yet seen, James was rather rugged and dashing, Remus thought. Not to mention the way his hair was always messed up—completely intentional, but effective none the less. "It adds a certain je ne sais quoi," he thought.
Mignonette decided to try and strike up a conversation with Remus by turning to the one topic she knew he would speak on. "Have you read any good books lately?" she inquired, turning to look at the handsome and mysterious boy. A slow smile spread across his lips, and he nodded. "One you might like, it was by Adele Muscat," he replied. "I believe it was about the magical history behind the French Revolution." The girl smiled. "Yes, I have heard of it. A relative of mine located the photographs to accompany it, did you see them?" "How could I not?" Remus exclaimed softly. "They were fantastic! The one from the cell in the Bastille? It was amazing! It was like I was transported back and was the man's cellmate. You could borrow my copy, if you would like," he offered, amazed at the amount of speaking he had just done. "Oui, I would like that very much," she replied. "Oh, it's starting!" she told him, pointing to the pitch.
Remus and Sirius missed most of the game, each concentrating more on the girl beside him. Lily watched the game, flattered but distracted by Sirius' attention. She knew better, though, and would not acknowledge the attention. He was known for moving on from girl to girl, breaking hearts in each house but Slytherin. Mignonette, however, was smiling shyly at Remus and seemed to be having a good time. Happy for her friend, Lily smiled unconsciously. Sirius thought, as young men are wont to do, that the smile was just for him, and he leaned a little closer, tightening his arm around Lily's shoulder so that his grip was gentle yet possessive. Remus, at the same time, found his hand had moved of its own volition and now rested softly clasping Mignonette's hand. He looked at her, smiling shyly, and made to remove it, but she took a gentle hold. "She looks pretty when she blushes," Remus decided with a small smile intended for no one but her.
James caught the snitch with Gryffindor fifty points in the lead, and Remus watched the players all fly down and shake hands. "A quick match," Mignonette murmured, and Remus wondered vaguely which match she meant. He knew her to be an avid divination student, so she could be talking about the two of them or the Quidditch game. Or, he wondered, could she be thinking of Sirius and Lily? The two had seemed to be getting along quite well. Better, in fact, than she and James got along. He smiled at the French girl. "A very quick match. Rather upsetting, I must say. It means that I lose time to spend with you." "Idiot, idiot, idiot, she'll see straight through that and think it a pick-up line from the second grade!" he chided himself in his mind. To his amazement she blushed, and smiled. "Well," she said slowly, "we could return to the dormitory together, if you wish to spend so much time together." Remus quickly agreed, and they left after bidding Sirius and Lily farewell. Soon losing sight of her friend in the crowd, Lily stood and watched the players collect the assortment of balls used for the game. She leaned against the rail, easily picking out James with his messy black hair. He had grabbed his broom and a bat from one of the beaters, and zoomed up to retrieve the bludgers. She was only vaguely aware of Sirius standing and moving closer beside her, their shoulders touching as he gazed out into the Forbidden Forest beyond the pitch.
James brought his broom to a short stop, waiting for one of the bludgers to whiz toward him before slamming it with the bat toward the ground. He waited for the second, spinning idly to make sure it wouldn't come at him from behind, and spotted a familiar pair standing at one of the rails on the Gryffindor side. Lily, he noted, was watching him. Standing at her shoulder, "Awful close, isn't he?" James thought, was Sirius, looking out at the Forest. His anger flared as he saw a black-clad arm around Lily's waist, and he was more upset at the fact that she didn't bother moving away or pulling out her wand. James watched curiously as Lily's eyes grew large and she raised a hand to point over his shoulder. Her mouth opened in a scream as the second bludger slammed into his back. His breath disappeared from the force of the impact, and his broom pitched forward, throwing him off for the first time in his life. He had what seemed like hours to watch the ground as he fell, numbly aware that he had heard a dull crack when the black ball had hit him. He flipped in the wind, saw Lily had her wand out, and felt his descent slow. She had brought him to a safe, gentle landing on the grass, where he was soon surrounded by people before a silent darkness claimed his senses.
Lily and Sirius raced to the hospital wing, using a secret passage that the handsome boy had pulled her into. They raced up and up, and finally emerged from behind a tapestry after making sure the coast was clear. Lily hurried into the hospital wing, and easily located James by way of seeing all of his teammates crowded around his bed. "Excuse me, pardon," she mumbled, squeezing through to the bedside. She whipped out her wand again, waving it slowly over his body and muttering an incantation that would tell her what was wrong, and if anything was broken. Her heart caught as she reached his midsection; her wand vibrated in her already shaking hand, proving that he had broken his back. Dropping her wand, Lily grabbed James' hand and clutched it, horrified at the years she had spent rejecting his attentions.
Sirius watched sullenly from the background as Lily held fast to his best friend's hand. "It's not fair," he thought acidly. "I'm the one girls swoon over, not James. Why does she have to be so worried about him? She's rejected him the past four years!" A little voice sounded in his head. "Ahh, that's not fair to him. He's worked hard, concentrating on winning only her, but you've made a reputation for not being tied down anywhere." "So what? She spent the game with my arm around her, something she has never allowed James to do. She won't stand three feet away from him, and now she clutches his hand like a bloody lifeline."