A/n: Well, hm. What will happen? At the moment, even I don't know. To my
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Nikki: Thanks! Yes, I plan on continuing, even if I get loads of 'You suck!' reviews. I do believe the database gives me the ability to delete those, so wacky fun for me. Thanks for the positive review!
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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 two
When James awoke, the school nurse decided it was time the Quidditch team left. She allowed Lily to stay, if only so that the girl could learn how to heal such a difficult broken bone. Lily watched the nurse, interested, but James could barely keep his eyes off the beautiful redhead beside him. How long had she been there? How long would she remain? Would she go out with him for tea at the next Hogsmeade weekend? He felt a tingling in his spine, and the nurse asked him if he had any feeling below the break. She motioned to Lily to touch his leg, to see if he felt it. To his eternal regret, the leg sent no sense of the touch to his brain. "No," he said, trying to keep the aggravation from his voice. "I can't feel it." The nurse nodded briskly and stepped into the storeroom. "I'm so sorry, this must be awful," Lily whispered, her hand still resting on his leg. The other hand he kept captured in his. "It's alright, I can't feel it. I can tell you what I can feel, though," he said, anger cracking his voice a little. Lily looked surprised. "What is it?" she inquired.
"You. I have spent nearly all of five years asking for one date, and then I see you with my best friend watching me after a game with his arm around you! What the bloody hell do you mean by it, Lily?" he demanded. Shock filled him as tears sprang to her eyes. "No, Evans, don't cry, not when I can't move, I can't hug you to take it back," he spluttered, tightening his grip on her hand gently. "You- you're right. I've been awful. Madame," she turned to the returning nurse, "I'll have to learn some other time. I just remembered I forgot to do an essay." She released her hand from James', despite his protests, and ran from the hospital wing, straight into Sirius Black.
"No!" she moaned. Sirius looked taken aback. "Can't stand the sight of me anymore, eh? I can't say I'm surprised after the way you plastered yourself on old Jimmy boy in there. Honestly, Evans, you'll need to decide which of us you prefer." With that, he stalked off, and left Lily to sag against the wall. "Everything's gone wrong!" she cried, and jumped when a voice behind her spoke. "Nothing is ever all wrong, dear, there is always at least one answer." She turned to look at the painting of the wizened old wizard behind her, and he grinned toothlessly at her. "You'll get your answer in the end, never fear. Just look at everything with an open heart," he said before walking away. "Wait!" Lily called, but it was too late. Her painted advisor had vanished.
Lily started the walk to the dormitory, praying she wouldn't run into anyone else. Her shoulder hurt from the impact with Sirius, and she didn't think her nerves could stand any more emotional trauma. She had learned a very confusing thing at the Quidditch match, and she needed Mignonette to help her sort it out.
Remus sat with Mignonette beside the lake, under his favourite tree. Far from the Whomping Willow, the view of the lake in front of the Forest quite often took his breath away. Today, however, the conversations with the transfer student were what took his breath away. Her pretty red hair seemed to almost glitter in the remaining sunlight, and her blue eyes nearly swallowed him when she gazed at him. They spoke of books, at first, but soon he asked her what life in France was like. She was delighted to learn that he spoke a little French, and aided his pronunciations on a few words. She discovered an undeniable attraction to his accent, and couldn't stop smiling. Nor could she help, she thought with a blush, wondering what his kiss would be like. "Soft and tender," she decided. "He would be a gentle, tender man, if his kisses match his heart." She shivered slightly, and he removed his cloak to drape around her shoulders without a second thought. "May I?" he asked, and she nodded assent before he slipped his arm around her shoulder to aid in warming her. She suppressed another shiver, this time not from the cold. "Si jamais tu trouve ton grand amour, il y a une sensation picotement á son touche. Pour le mit à l'épreuve, essai son baiser. Ton cœur le sait le reponse ensuit." Her mother had spoken those words to her before she died.
"What does that mean?" Remus asked softly, turning his head to look down at the girl in his arms. Mignonette blushed, realizing she had spoken aloud. "My maman had spoken those words to me before she died. I realize now, she may have been correct. Perhaps one day I will tell you what they mean." Remus looked vaguely disappointed. What Mignonette did next shocked even her; she turned her head and gently kissed the young man. She pulled away before Remus was aware of what was happening, and they both blushed. "Pardon," she murmured, while thinking, "Maman was right, a kiss proved he is the one meant for me." She murmured the French again, then translated softly. "If you ever find your true love, there is a tingling sensation at his touch. For putting this to the test, test his kiss. Your heart will know the answer then." Remus blushed a little deeper, then smiled softly. "What did your heart tell you?" he asked, his voice oddly husky. "Tu as mon cœur, Remus. You have my heart," she whispered. She smiled slightly as he leaned in for another kiss.
Sirius stared moodily at the setting sun from the Astronomy tower. "She can't love him, not now, not after all this time he's failed at winning even a date from her!" he exclaimed, startling a bird. He huffed and grumbled a while longer before deciding to return to the dormitory. "Surely Lily has returned to James," he said bitterly, throwing a stone over the edge of the platform into the Whomping Willow, which batted the stone back up and caught Sirius in the temple. Blood streaming down his cheek and an expression on his face to match his name, Sirius was stopped by no one as he stalked to Gryffindor.
Lily sat in the empty common room, hoping that Mignonette would walk in. She sat looking into the dying fire, musing over what the man in the painting had told her. The words echoed in her head. "Look at everything with an open heart." Maybe she had to look at Sirius a new way. Perhaps he would be the one she was supposed to spend her life with, not James. But if Sirius was for her, would he accept that she was the one for him? Would James be able to let her go to his best friend? He had certainly seemed angry earlier. Lost in thought, she dozed off in the comfortable chair, her subconscious secure in the knowledge that no one would bother her.
Sirius walked into the common room and headed for the arm chairs in front of the fire. The four first year students he had moved at the match earlier scampered when be brought out his wand halfway across the room. He smiled, feeling a little better, and aimed at the fireplace. A new, roaring fire sprang up, and he slumped into a chair in front of it. Tossing his head to get the hair out of his eyes, he caught sight of Lily sleeping in the chair beside him. His anger seemed to dissipate, no matter how he tried to hold on to it. He got up, knelt by her chair, and gently touched her hand. "Lily. Hey, Lily," he murmured, trying to wake her gently. She mumbled something he didn't catch, stretched, and allowed her eyes to flutter open. They looked unfocused, and Sirius watched her blink several times with a small smile. Gently helping her stand, he leaned her against him and walked her over to the girls' dormitory staircase. "Wha?" she mumbled. "Go on, darlin, go to bed. You fell asleep in the common room," Sirius explained softly. "Oh. Ohhh," Lily replied, some of the confusion melting away from her face. Sirius shocked Lily—and himself—when he raised her hand to kiss her knuckles. "Go on to bed. You're fine." With a gentle nudge, she turned and went up the stairs to bed. Sirius returned to the chair Lily had occupied and sat. Musing with a small smile, he inhaled deeply because her scent still filled the chair, he was unaware of his fingers tracing his lips softly, and wondered what had made him kiss Lily's hand.
Nikki: Thanks! Yes, I plan on continuing, even if I get loads of 'You suck!' reviews. I do believe the database gives me the ability to delete those, so wacky fun for me. Thanks for the positive review!
Budgiebird: Yes, Mary, you get more. With any luck, I'll have this up tonight, but who knows what could happen. Bad little computer faeries could eat my story disk, which would make me cry because this is the only copy of my stories I have. ::goes to make a backup disk....::
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 two
When James awoke, the school nurse decided it was time the Quidditch team left. She allowed Lily to stay, if only so that the girl could learn how to heal such a difficult broken bone. Lily watched the nurse, interested, but James could barely keep his eyes off the beautiful redhead beside him. How long had she been there? How long would she remain? Would she go out with him for tea at the next Hogsmeade weekend? He felt a tingling in his spine, and the nurse asked him if he had any feeling below the break. She motioned to Lily to touch his leg, to see if he felt it. To his eternal regret, the leg sent no sense of the touch to his brain. "No," he said, trying to keep the aggravation from his voice. "I can't feel it." The nurse nodded briskly and stepped into the storeroom. "I'm so sorry, this must be awful," Lily whispered, her hand still resting on his leg. The other hand he kept captured in his. "It's alright, I can't feel it. I can tell you what I can feel, though," he said, anger cracking his voice a little. Lily looked surprised. "What is it?" she inquired.
"You. I have spent nearly all of five years asking for one date, and then I see you with my best friend watching me after a game with his arm around you! What the bloody hell do you mean by it, Lily?" he demanded. Shock filled him as tears sprang to her eyes. "No, Evans, don't cry, not when I can't move, I can't hug you to take it back," he spluttered, tightening his grip on her hand gently. "You- you're right. I've been awful. Madame," she turned to the returning nurse, "I'll have to learn some other time. I just remembered I forgot to do an essay." She released her hand from James', despite his protests, and ran from the hospital wing, straight into Sirius Black.
"No!" she moaned. Sirius looked taken aback. "Can't stand the sight of me anymore, eh? I can't say I'm surprised after the way you plastered yourself on old Jimmy boy in there. Honestly, Evans, you'll need to decide which of us you prefer." With that, he stalked off, and left Lily to sag against the wall. "Everything's gone wrong!" she cried, and jumped when a voice behind her spoke. "Nothing is ever all wrong, dear, there is always at least one answer." She turned to look at the painting of the wizened old wizard behind her, and he grinned toothlessly at her. "You'll get your answer in the end, never fear. Just look at everything with an open heart," he said before walking away. "Wait!" Lily called, but it was too late. Her painted advisor had vanished.
Lily started the walk to the dormitory, praying she wouldn't run into anyone else. Her shoulder hurt from the impact with Sirius, and she didn't think her nerves could stand any more emotional trauma. She had learned a very confusing thing at the Quidditch match, and she needed Mignonette to help her sort it out.
Remus sat with Mignonette beside the lake, under his favourite tree. Far from the Whomping Willow, the view of the lake in front of the Forest quite often took his breath away. Today, however, the conversations with the transfer student were what took his breath away. Her pretty red hair seemed to almost glitter in the remaining sunlight, and her blue eyes nearly swallowed him when she gazed at him. They spoke of books, at first, but soon he asked her what life in France was like. She was delighted to learn that he spoke a little French, and aided his pronunciations on a few words. She discovered an undeniable attraction to his accent, and couldn't stop smiling. Nor could she help, she thought with a blush, wondering what his kiss would be like. "Soft and tender," she decided. "He would be a gentle, tender man, if his kisses match his heart." She shivered slightly, and he removed his cloak to drape around her shoulders without a second thought. "May I?" he asked, and she nodded assent before he slipped his arm around her shoulder to aid in warming her. She suppressed another shiver, this time not from the cold. "Si jamais tu trouve ton grand amour, il y a une sensation picotement á son touche. Pour le mit à l'épreuve, essai son baiser. Ton cœur le sait le reponse ensuit." Her mother had spoken those words to her before she died.
"What does that mean?" Remus asked softly, turning his head to look down at the girl in his arms. Mignonette blushed, realizing she had spoken aloud. "My maman had spoken those words to me before she died. I realize now, she may have been correct. Perhaps one day I will tell you what they mean." Remus looked vaguely disappointed. What Mignonette did next shocked even her; she turned her head and gently kissed the young man. She pulled away before Remus was aware of what was happening, and they both blushed. "Pardon," she murmured, while thinking, "Maman was right, a kiss proved he is the one meant for me." She murmured the French again, then translated softly. "If you ever find your true love, there is a tingling sensation at his touch. For putting this to the test, test his kiss. Your heart will know the answer then." Remus blushed a little deeper, then smiled softly. "What did your heart tell you?" he asked, his voice oddly husky. "Tu as mon cœur, Remus. You have my heart," she whispered. She smiled slightly as he leaned in for another kiss.
Sirius stared moodily at the setting sun from the Astronomy tower. "She can't love him, not now, not after all this time he's failed at winning even a date from her!" he exclaimed, startling a bird. He huffed and grumbled a while longer before deciding to return to the dormitory. "Surely Lily has returned to James," he said bitterly, throwing a stone over the edge of the platform into the Whomping Willow, which batted the stone back up and caught Sirius in the temple. Blood streaming down his cheek and an expression on his face to match his name, Sirius was stopped by no one as he stalked to Gryffindor.
Lily sat in the empty common room, hoping that Mignonette would walk in. She sat looking into the dying fire, musing over what the man in the painting had told her. The words echoed in her head. "Look at everything with an open heart." Maybe she had to look at Sirius a new way. Perhaps he would be the one she was supposed to spend her life with, not James. But if Sirius was for her, would he accept that she was the one for him? Would James be able to let her go to his best friend? He had certainly seemed angry earlier. Lost in thought, she dozed off in the comfortable chair, her subconscious secure in the knowledge that no one would bother her.
Sirius walked into the common room and headed for the arm chairs in front of the fire. The four first year students he had moved at the match earlier scampered when be brought out his wand halfway across the room. He smiled, feeling a little better, and aimed at the fireplace. A new, roaring fire sprang up, and he slumped into a chair in front of it. Tossing his head to get the hair out of his eyes, he caught sight of Lily sleeping in the chair beside him. His anger seemed to dissipate, no matter how he tried to hold on to it. He got up, knelt by her chair, and gently touched her hand. "Lily. Hey, Lily," he murmured, trying to wake her gently. She mumbled something he didn't catch, stretched, and allowed her eyes to flutter open. They looked unfocused, and Sirius watched her blink several times with a small smile. Gently helping her stand, he leaned her against him and walked her over to the girls' dormitory staircase. "Wha?" she mumbled. "Go on, darlin, go to bed. You fell asleep in the common room," Sirius explained softly. "Oh. Ohhh," Lily replied, some of the confusion melting away from her face. Sirius shocked Lily—and himself—when he raised her hand to kiss her knuckles. "Go on to bed. You're fine." With a gentle nudge, she turned and went up the stairs to bed. Sirius returned to the chair Lily had occupied and sat. Musing with a small smile, he inhaled deeply because her scent still filled the chair, he was unaware of his fingers tracing his lips softly, and wondered what had made him kiss Lily's hand.