I couldn't stand the hurt that he'd caused me. It was like nothing I'd
ever felt before, my heart ripping in two, my eyes stinging as the
tears slowly slid down my pale cheeks. The wall was plastered in photos
from every occasion they'd ever had. Her rejecting him for the many
years, getting angry every time he made a move on her.
Her eyes burned as she remembered how he'd sneak up on her, surprising her more often than not, and how she'd be so impatient with him. That is until the end of their 6th Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The school year was about to end, and she was reading in the common room, as usual.
FLASHBACK
She was reading a book, Pride and Prejudice, and leaning back into the plush, crimson pillows of the Gryffindor common room sofa. She always blocked out everything when she was reading, like nothing else mattered in the world to her.
She felt his hands snake over her shoulders, rubbing them and sliding down her arms to grab her book. He gently plucked it out of her hand and sat on the arm of the sofa, looking at the book with his nose scrunched up disgustedly.
'Why are you always reading, Evans?' he asked, looking down into her dark green eyes, quickly clouding with what could only be described as anger, hatred, and frustration. That look is what first drove him crazy on the train ride to school at the start of their fifth year.
Oh, she'd been looking at him that same way ever since he'd accidentally turned her teeth yellow and her skin bright orange, way back in their first year. And by accident, he means of course that she had simply walked in front of the hex he'd sent her way. Nothing sinister, purely a mistake.
She rolled her eyes, and he noticed for the first time she was wearing some brown mascara. He never thought innocent Lily would be one of those girls who engaged in make-up... she never seemed to care about beauty, clothes, make-up or any of that other mindless girly matter that seemed so important to just about all of the other girls at Hogwarts from fourth year and above, no doubt to attract the attention of James and Sirius. It was her non-caring attitude that was one of the reasons why her wanted her to be his; his Flower.
She held out her hand, her long slim fingers which he'd seen grace a piano many times before they stretched out towards the book, she looked almost bored with the proceedings, a well rehearsed play opening in her mind. She closed her eyes for the briefest of seconds, then opened them, looking into his hazel eyes that were roaming her body hungrily.
She sat up and his eyes snapped to hers, his winning smile gracing his face, the smile that made every girl's heart skip a beat, including hers – only hers skipped with disgust, at how shallow, arrogant and pig-headed this supposed dreamboat was.
'Because, Potter,' she began monotonously, 'I, unlike other miscreants at this school, who shall remain nameless,' she gave a pointed stare at James, raising her sculpted eyebrow delicately, '...care for my education, and also wish to think that the best way to improve ones education is through reading. Now, unless you wish to find out the extent of my intelligence and prowess as a witch, which is greater than yours, so stop smirking, I suggest you give me my book back and let me rest in peace, so I may continue working on my advantage over you and the Marauder's.'
The whole time James smirked, he loved making her angry, and he did that better than anyone else. As usual though, James couldn't help pushing her to the extent of her border. He slid onto the couch next to her and took her hand in his, kissing it and purred into her ear.
'I can think of much better things I could be teaching you, Evans. Let me give you a preview.' He whispered seductively into her ear. He was expecting her to pull back and slap him across the cheek, leaving him sitting on the couch, while she stormed up the stairs to the Girls' Dormitories.
But she didn't. She shivered against his words and bit her lip. James took this as a sign to continue and he gently kissed her neck, his lips grazing down it when he felt a hand on his chest pushing him back, forcing him to remove his lips and stare at Lily is confusion. He was surprised to have gotten that far, and only a gentle push back to let him know she didn't want to do this.
She licked her lips seductively and bit his ear, 'Not now, James.' She hissed softly, drawing out the 's' in his name. She heard him groan slightly and knew she'd done her job. She was sick of him thinking he constantly had the upper hand, leaving her angry. This time she'd leave him frustrated and confused about what she was playing at.
'Evans, do you have any idea what you do to me? Please say you'll go out with me. Please.' He said that last part as if he was begging her to go out with him, pleading almost. Like he was a spoilt child asking his mother for an extra present for Christmas. She almost pitied him. He'd been asking her the same question for almost two years now, and she had to admit that he had changed.
He no longer ruffled his hair in that annoying way, or carried that stupid snitch around, even though he was a Chaser on the Gryffindor team, he didn't pull pranks on completely innocent people, simply on the basis of their existence, like he did in fifth year.
In fact, if she looked back carefully, ever since that event involving her cousin by law – Perseus Evans (her Uncle had died and married another woman who already had a son, his name was Perseus and he was Lily's age) – and her telling James she'd rather go out with the giant squid, he'd changed and been more polite towards everyone. Maybe he was finally maturing.
'Okay, Potter. Meet me in the common room next Saturday morning at 10am, and we'll go for a walk around the grounds and talk. Sound okay?'
'I was hoping for something a bit more inside, Evans.' Lily rolled her eyes as James slipped back into his charismatic shell. She rolled her eyes.
'Don't push your luck, Potter. See you on Saturday!' she chimed, and ran up the stairs, pausing halfway to blow him a kiss.
END FLASHBACK
That had been the first day of a relationship Lily thought she could handle. And everything went smoothly enough.
A/N: Perseus Evans is an anagram of Severus Snape (go figure!) and if you read the chapter 'Snape's Worst Memory' in Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix, not once do they call him Snape or Severus. This theory that Snape and Lily were related can be found on , the ultimate site for Harry Potter fans. This site also has many more theories.
I hope you enjoyed chapter one of this story.
Her eyes burned as she remembered how he'd sneak up on her, surprising her more often than not, and how she'd be so impatient with him. That is until the end of their 6th Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The school year was about to end, and she was reading in the common room, as usual.
FLASHBACK
She was reading a book, Pride and Prejudice, and leaning back into the plush, crimson pillows of the Gryffindor common room sofa. She always blocked out everything when she was reading, like nothing else mattered in the world to her.
She felt his hands snake over her shoulders, rubbing them and sliding down her arms to grab her book. He gently plucked it out of her hand and sat on the arm of the sofa, looking at the book with his nose scrunched up disgustedly.
'Why are you always reading, Evans?' he asked, looking down into her dark green eyes, quickly clouding with what could only be described as anger, hatred, and frustration. That look is what first drove him crazy on the train ride to school at the start of their fifth year.
Oh, she'd been looking at him that same way ever since he'd accidentally turned her teeth yellow and her skin bright orange, way back in their first year. And by accident, he means of course that she had simply walked in front of the hex he'd sent her way. Nothing sinister, purely a mistake.
She rolled her eyes, and he noticed for the first time she was wearing some brown mascara. He never thought innocent Lily would be one of those girls who engaged in make-up... she never seemed to care about beauty, clothes, make-up or any of that other mindless girly matter that seemed so important to just about all of the other girls at Hogwarts from fourth year and above, no doubt to attract the attention of James and Sirius. It was her non-caring attitude that was one of the reasons why her wanted her to be his; his Flower.
She held out her hand, her long slim fingers which he'd seen grace a piano many times before they stretched out towards the book, she looked almost bored with the proceedings, a well rehearsed play opening in her mind. She closed her eyes for the briefest of seconds, then opened them, looking into his hazel eyes that were roaming her body hungrily.
She sat up and his eyes snapped to hers, his winning smile gracing his face, the smile that made every girl's heart skip a beat, including hers – only hers skipped with disgust, at how shallow, arrogant and pig-headed this supposed dreamboat was.
'Because, Potter,' she began monotonously, 'I, unlike other miscreants at this school, who shall remain nameless,' she gave a pointed stare at James, raising her sculpted eyebrow delicately, '...care for my education, and also wish to think that the best way to improve ones education is through reading. Now, unless you wish to find out the extent of my intelligence and prowess as a witch, which is greater than yours, so stop smirking, I suggest you give me my book back and let me rest in peace, so I may continue working on my advantage over you and the Marauder's.'
The whole time James smirked, he loved making her angry, and he did that better than anyone else. As usual though, James couldn't help pushing her to the extent of her border. He slid onto the couch next to her and took her hand in his, kissing it and purred into her ear.
'I can think of much better things I could be teaching you, Evans. Let me give you a preview.' He whispered seductively into her ear. He was expecting her to pull back and slap him across the cheek, leaving him sitting on the couch, while she stormed up the stairs to the Girls' Dormitories.
But she didn't. She shivered against his words and bit her lip. James took this as a sign to continue and he gently kissed her neck, his lips grazing down it when he felt a hand on his chest pushing him back, forcing him to remove his lips and stare at Lily is confusion. He was surprised to have gotten that far, and only a gentle push back to let him know she didn't want to do this.
She licked her lips seductively and bit his ear, 'Not now, James.' She hissed softly, drawing out the 's' in his name. She heard him groan slightly and knew she'd done her job. She was sick of him thinking he constantly had the upper hand, leaving her angry. This time she'd leave him frustrated and confused about what she was playing at.
'Evans, do you have any idea what you do to me? Please say you'll go out with me. Please.' He said that last part as if he was begging her to go out with him, pleading almost. Like he was a spoilt child asking his mother for an extra present for Christmas. She almost pitied him. He'd been asking her the same question for almost two years now, and she had to admit that he had changed.
He no longer ruffled his hair in that annoying way, or carried that stupid snitch around, even though he was a Chaser on the Gryffindor team, he didn't pull pranks on completely innocent people, simply on the basis of their existence, like he did in fifth year.
In fact, if she looked back carefully, ever since that event involving her cousin by law – Perseus Evans (her Uncle had died and married another woman who already had a son, his name was Perseus and he was Lily's age) – and her telling James she'd rather go out with the giant squid, he'd changed and been more polite towards everyone. Maybe he was finally maturing.
'Okay, Potter. Meet me in the common room next Saturday morning at 10am, and we'll go for a walk around the grounds and talk. Sound okay?'
'I was hoping for something a bit more inside, Evans.' Lily rolled her eyes as James slipped back into his charismatic shell. She rolled her eyes.
'Don't push your luck, Potter. See you on Saturday!' she chimed, and ran up the stairs, pausing halfway to blow him a kiss.
END FLASHBACK
That had been the first day of a relationship Lily thought she could handle. And everything went smoothly enough.
A/N: Perseus Evans is an anagram of Severus Snape (go figure!) and if you read the chapter 'Snape's Worst Memory' in Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix, not once do they call him Snape or Severus. This theory that Snape and Lily were related can be found on , the ultimate site for Harry Potter fans. This site also has many more theories.
I hope you enjoyed chapter one of this story.