AN: I'm updating this story almost two years after it's last update… I was just looking back on it and there are a lot of reviews, which implies that it's worth something. Although I must say, my writing used to be awful.

Chapter Two: Animosity.

Lily felt someone breathing down her neck.. She looked around urgently, hoping to see someone whom could save her. But to her amazement, she was no longer in a mere empty corner of the halls. She was trapped in a cupboard, still under a forceful grip!

"Don't scream Mudblood, don't draw attention to us" he hissed, "Looking fresh this morning, aren't we?"

He forced her to turn around and face him. Lily's eyes widened with recognition. It was that blonde Slytherin in her Potions Class…

"What do you want from me?" She tried to blurt out to him. But as his hands were cupping her mouth, it came out as: "Whatodwefee?"

He merely smiled at her menacingly in response. During her panic Lily tried to think…. He couldn't be interested in her sexually; could he? They were both 11-year-olds after all… yet although Lucius hasn't genuinely reached the stage of manhood yet, he most definitely wasn't in the form of a child either. He was on the verge between both. No he mustn't rape me! 'Mum wasn't kidding about puberty hormones…'

Feeling sudden pain upon her wrist, she looked down. A slit! The pig was slitting her rist. Although it pained her greatly, she was glad that he wasn't going to sexually harass her.

Suddenly the cupboard burst open. Lily had never felt more relived.

The greasy haired boy, also in her Slytherin class, stood before her. His identity wasn't a comfort, as he'd probably be associated or in league with this assault, what with him being Slytherin. But his sight was a relief because of the expression he wore on his face. A mortified look.

"You get out of there, and you release the girl," he threatened "or I'll tell on you!"

Lucius, gathering her blood in what Lily identified as something similar to a muggle test tube, stepped out and glared at him.

"You'd better watch who you're messing with," he whispered coldly to him. Releasing Lily, he stalked off.

Lily smiled gratefully at her rescuer, when she felt it was safe to depart the cupboard.

"That was scary." She said. "Thanks for that!"

He didn't smile back. But he did mutter a "welcome!"

She curiously looked back at where the mysterious cupboard was supposed to be. But it was no longer there… only the suites of armour stood, grinning patriotically.

Lily felt obliged to repay her hero. He did seem lonely.

"Well, I'd better be off. If you, um, need a friend- well, I'm there." She smiled.

His face brightened. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." She said, "We can meet after fifth period. By the quad?"

"Sounds good to me." He said quietly.

Although Lily felt proud by her generous gesture, the thought of being seen with this resented boy haunted her. Remembering her wrist, she headed to the infirmary.

"Malfoy WHAT?!" Agne screamed, while they sat near the lake dropping stones into it.

"I can hardly believe it myself, think the mark he left on my wrist will ever disappear?" She said, looking at it. The nurse hadn't managed to completely heal it, but she did relief her of the pain and assigned her to a potion that quickly disintegrate the wound. "I'm not sure I want it to serve as a memory of that horrible experience for the rest of my life."

"What did the nurse say when you explained?"

"I pleaded to the fifth when she asked me about it…"

"You didn't rat on that monster?" Agne shrieked "Why not?"

"I'm not telling anyone. I'm a strong person." She said, "I might be muggleborn but I am just as strong as any one of them purebloods. I wont behave like a crybaby! I'll deal with this single-handedly! Lucius, try this again, and I'll be prepared."

She gripped her wand angrily. As if thinking of curses she'd try on him.

"But why did he want your blood, though?" Agne wanted to know.

"That's the least of my concerns actually," Lily sighed, "you know that boy who saved me? I found out from Narcrissa Black that his name is Snape. Severus Snape."

"Your point being…"

"I felt the need to make it up to him. So I offered him my hand in friendship."

"You offered grease-head a hand in friendship?" Agne said, rolling her eyes "Lily I'm not just disgusted because of his obvious incapability of showering, but you can't trust the guy! For all you know it could be an act…"

"He's lonely!"

"And you're not the reason! Let him find a nice Slytherin companion."

"He's nicer than all the other Slytherins!"

"What, just because he prevented a psycho from murdering you?" She replied sharply, "Um, hello, anyone would have done that?"

But Lily still didn't look convinced.

"Look," Agne said, sighing wearily "it's not my job to persuade you. It's your life; you make your own decisions. But if I were in your shoes I wouldn't tread along with Snape's feet."

Maybe she has a point.

The bell announcing the end of fifth period sounded. The moment Lily's been dreading. She stood up from her seat in History of Magic thoughtfully. To go or not to go…

"Lily, I'm going to go meet up with those Ravenclaw second-year boys, coming?" Lana offered.

That's my answer.

"Love to," Lily said "How 'bout Agne though?"

"She's got detention, remember?" She reminded her "And it's only first week of school! That girl's clever, not as smart as you, but when it comes to rules- man! Anyway let's go or they'll think we've stood them up!"

Meanwhile Snape happily combed his hair by the boy's lavatories, trying to flatten out the friziness with some mousse. A lot of mousse. It made it too sleek, and too shiny- as usual of course. But it wasn't frizzy.

He held his breath excitedly as he headed to the quad. His first friend! He couldn't believe he'd finally have someone to talk to. And somebody as pretty as Lily Evans, nevertheless.

Yes, she's muggleborn. But she was pretty and no one could doubt that. And as a gesture of kindness towards her kindness, he'd bought her something.

He straightened the gift wrapper up at a crooked spot, looking fondly at the present.

As he left the building and entered the quad nervously he felt the sudden cold air hit him. It was freezing. But never mind. He'd actually have his very own friend! Anything was worth it.

He scanned the place around for her. OK. She wasn't there yet. Only the bunch of ammatures, 'the Marauders'- they called themselves. As if they're some famous band!

He stood by the wall, shivering, and waited casually, pretended to be interested in the gift wrapper design.

Then he heard sniggers. He looked up. The Marauders were eyeing him with contempt.

"He's on a date, obviously," Narcrissa's awful cousin commented.

"My God who is that brave soul who's actually going to come a meter within him?" The boy with the frizzy hair wondered out loud. The pipsqueak called Peter laughed hysterically at that.

Why did Frizzhead allow his hair to fly unruly like that anyway? He needs a lot of gel and mousse!

"Shhh," the boy he knew called Remus told them, trying to conceal his smile "he can hear us."

"Hear us? Maybe some of that slime on his head blocked his ears. And even if he did, which I doubt, who cares?" Mr. Frizz Boy said, "he should know better than to be out here, in this weather, in the first place!"

Snape felt angry, before he knew it, he was snarling, "Well you're standing there, aren't you? Frizzball? And you," he turned to Narcrissa's cousin "why aren't you in Slytherin where you belong? You're obviously just as rude as them! Up yours, all of you!"

And he angrily marched into the building. Evans had stood him up!

"Someone pinch me," James said in shock, anger invading him "Did he just… did he just insult us? And get away with it?"

"Come on James, you started it!" Remus told him.

"We let him have the last word," Sirius said, feeling as remorsed as James "what does that say about us? What about our reputation?"

He looked around wildly for possible spectators. Thankfully, no one was there that he knew of.

"I guess that means he'll pay?" Peter squeaked.

"Right you are Peter," James, seething "Revenge is just around the corner. Stupid boy, he should've known better than to stand up to us!"

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