A/N: Muah, muah! You are too kind. Enough out of me, on with the story!
James stumbled back into the Head's common room, the distinct smell of rum hanging around him. He plonked down onto one of the velvety soft crimson sofas and laid back, pulling his glasses off and massaging the bridge of his nose.
He held them at arms length as if inspecting for dirt, then shrugged and put them back on, letting out a loud breath.
He sat up and swung around as he heard the creaking of the portrait open.
Lily clambered through the portrait hole and slammed it shut behind her, muttering something like 'Stupid, twittering ninnies!' She strode quickly across the shared common room, muttering under her breath.
James' eyes followed her progress and they narrowed dangerously. He stood quickly and flitted across the room, darting between the tables and chairs to block Lily from getting to her room.
A sudden movement in the corner of her vision alerted Lily to James' presence.
'Bollocks!' she thought. 'I was hoping to avoid more confrontation tonight.'
She swore under her breath softly, looking up to meet his intense stare. As she drew closer the unmistakable scent of alcohol wafted over her, making her empty stomach turn.
'Lily,' he slurred in her direction, his eyes squinting like he was trying to focus on her, even though she was only about three feet in front of him. 'We must talk.'
Lily scrunched up her nose at his pungent breath. 'No, James, you're drunk. This can wait until you're sober. At any rate, I'm neither in the right mind frame nor the right mood to "talk" to anyone about this. What I want now is a hot bath to rid myself of the memories of today.'
Lily saw James' hand slip into his pocket and he drew out a bottle of Odgen's Old Firewhiskey. He unscrewed the top and sculled back a few gulps before wiping his mouth with his sleeve and slipping the bottle back into his pocket.
Lily's eyes grew wide.
'Give me the bottle, James, I think you've had enough,' she said clearly, reaching out a hand for him to hand her the bottle.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her up against him.
'I'll tell you when I've had enough, Lily-Flower.' Although his words were still slurred, he seemed to know what he was saying. He started taking in an appreciative look of Lily's body and clothing, which in his current state made Lily's skin crawl.
'Let me go, James. Then give me the bottle. Go to sleep.'
'No, Lils.' He said, silkily. 'Let's talk.'
Lily sighed in obvious frustration. It was clear that he wasn't letting her go until they had "talked" about whatever was on his mind.
'Fine!' Lily exclaimed, vehemently. 'But make it worth it, Potter.'
James distractedly ran a hand through his hair, his eyes scrunched as though searching for the right words.
'Lily Evans, you are an impatient woman.'
'That's nice to know.'
'Why are you making this so difficult? I just want to talk.'
'So talk, Potter.'
'Can't you atleast pretend to care about what I've got to say?'
Lily glared up into his eyes. She saw sadness and despair swirling in them. She could tell he was seriously regretting what had happened during the summer and he would do anything to be able to get back together with her.
'Good,' she thought. 'Let him suffer like I did. Let him sweat and feel atleast a fraction of the pain I felt when I got those photos.'
'You're right, Potter, I'm not interested in what you've got to say. In fact, I couldn't care less. Surely there's some fifth year that you haven't had yet? I'll let you go seduce her and you can take away her purity in the library, it's no longer of my concern.'
'Fuck, Lily! Why won't you just listen to me? Do I have to write a bloody sonnet or song before you'll realize that I'm telling the truth?' he demanded.
'That might be a start, Potter!' she hissed, acidly. 'Then maybe I could see that you might actually care about me and you are telling the truth about this whole thing. Don't you get it? You cheated on me! Am I supposed to say 'Oh, James, while we're together, it's totally okay for you to sleep around,'?'
'No, Lily, that's not what I m-'
'I know what you meant, Potter. Just leave me alone, okay? I don't want to listen.'
James kept a firm grip on her waist as he dug around and pulled out the bottle of Firewhiskey again. He drank deeply and looked at Lily who had cocked her eyebrow at him.
'What?'
'Give me that bottle.' She reached up to grab it.
James pushed her roughly and hard from him. She hit the wall and slid down it, staring up at him with frightened eyes.
Placing a hand on the wall, she stood up. He took a step towards her and she held out her hand, motioning for him to stop.
'Don't! Don't you dare come near me, Potter.'
'Lily, I'm sor-'
'I don't want to hear it. Just leave me be, James, please?' she pleaded. She opened the door to her room and slipped inside, closing the door with a quick SNAP!
'FUCK!' James swore aloud, throwing the bottle across the room, watching as it smashed on the stone wall. 'It wasn't meant to be this way!'
A/N: How'd you like that chapter? -Grins evilly- Loved it, hated it, have suggestions to improve it, have any interesting ideas, complaints or compliments, flames, friendly reviews, all are welcome as they can help shape the outcome of the story. I am open to ideas from all my readers as they can often spot mistakes that I over look (Whoops!) and you can offer some suggestions as to what you would like to see happen between the characters. Would you like to see Lily and James get together soon or later? (C'mon, we all knew it was inevitable. It's a romance.) And should I keep the story going after Hogwarts and up to Halloween in 1981, or should I just leave it at the end of Hogwarts? You're opinions are valuable. Now, review my lovelies!
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James stumbled back into the Head's common room, the distinct smell of rum hanging around him. He plonked down onto one of the velvety soft crimson sofas and laid back, pulling his glasses off and massaging the bridge of his nose.
He held them at arms length as if inspecting for dirt, then shrugged and put them back on, letting out a loud breath.
He sat up and swung around as he heard the creaking of the portrait open.
Lily clambered through the portrait hole and slammed it shut behind her, muttering something like 'Stupid, twittering ninnies!' She strode quickly across the shared common room, muttering under her breath.
James' eyes followed her progress and they narrowed dangerously. He stood quickly and flitted across the room, darting between the tables and chairs to block Lily from getting to her room.
A sudden movement in the corner of her vision alerted Lily to James' presence.
'Bollocks!' she thought. 'I was hoping to avoid more confrontation tonight.'
She swore under her breath softly, looking up to meet his intense stare. As she drew closer the unmistakable scent of alcohol wafted over her, making her empty stomach turn.
'Lily,' he slurred in her direction, his eyes squinting like he was trying to focus on her, even though she was only about three feet in front of him. 'We must talk.'
Lily scrunched up her nose at his pungent breath. 'No, James, you're drunk. This can wait until you're sober. At any rate, I'm neither in the right mind frame nor the right mood to "talk" to anyone about this. What I want now is a hot bath to rid myself of the memories of today.'
Lily saw James' hand slip into his pocket and he drew out a bottle of Odgen's Old Firewhiskey. He unscrewed the top and sculled back a few gulps before wiping his mouth with his sleeve and slipping the bottle back into his pocket.
Lily's eyes grew wide.
'Give me the bottle, James, I think you've had enough,' she said clearly, reaching out a hand for him to hand her the bottle.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her up against him.
'I'll tell you when I've had enough, Lily-Flower.' Although his words were still slurred, he seemed to know what he was saying. He started taking in an appreciative look of Lily's body and clothing, which in his current state made Lily's skin crawl.
'Let me go, James. Then give me the bottle. Go to sleep.'
'No, Lils.' He said, silkily. 'Let's talk.'
Lily sighed in obvious frustration. It was clear that he wasn't letting her go until they had "talked" about whatever was on his mind.
'Fine!' Lily exclaimed, vehemently. 'But make it worth it, Potter.'
James distractedly ran a hand through his hair, his eyes scrunched as though searching for the right words.
'Lily Evans, you are an impatient woman.'
'That's nice to know.'
'Why are you making this so difficult? I just want to talk.'
'So talk, Potter.'
'Can't you atleast pretend to care about what I've got to say?'
Lily glared up into his eyes. She saw sadness and despair swirling in them. She could tell he was seriously regretting what had happened during the summer and he would do anything to be able to get back together with her.
'Good,' she thought. 'Let him suffer like I did. Let him sweat and feel atleast a fraction of the pain I felt when I got those photos.'
'You're right, Potter, I'm not interested in what you've got to say. In fact, I couldn't care less. Surely there's some fifth year that you haven't had yet? I'll let you go seduce her and you can take away her purity in the library, it's no longer of my concern.'
'Fuck, Lily! Why won't you just listen to me? Do I have to write a bloody sonnet or song before you'll realize that I'm telling the truth?' he demanded.
'That might be a start, Potter!' she hissed, acidly. 'Then maybe I could see that you might actually care about me and you are telling the truth about this whole thing. Don't you get it? You cheated on me! Am I supposed to say 'Oh, James, while we're together, it's totally okay for you to sleep around,'?'
'No, Lily, that's not what I m-'
'I know what you meant, Potter. Just leave me alone, okay? I don't want to listen.'
James kept a firm grip on her waist as he dug around and pulled out the bottle of Firewhiskey again. He drank deeply and looked at Lily who had cocked her eyebrow at him.
'What?'
'Give me that bottle.' She reached up to grab it.
James pushed her roughly and hard from him. She hit the wall and slid down it, staring up at him with frightened eyes.
Placing a hand on the wall, she stood up. He took a step towards her and she held out her hand, motioning for him to stop.
'Don't! Don't you dare come near me, Potter.'
'Lily, I'm sor-'
'I don't want to hear it. Just leave me be, James, please?' she pleaded. She opened the door to her room and slipped inside, closing the door with a quick SNAP!
'FUCK!' James swore aloud, throwing the bottle across the room, watching as it smashed on the stone wall. 'It wasn't meant to be this way!'
A/N: How'd you like that chapter? -Grins evilly- Loved it, hated it, have suggestions to improve it, have any interesting ideas, complaints or compliments, flames, friendly reviews, all are welcome as they can help shape the outcome of the story. I am open to ideas from all my readers as they can often spot mistakes that I over look (Whoops!) and you can offer some suggestions as to what you would like to see happen between the characters. Would you like to see Lily and James get together soon or later? (C'mon, we all knew it was inevitable. It's a romance.) And should I keep the story going after Hogwarts and up to Halloween in 1981, or should I just leave it at the end of Hogwarts? You're opinions are valuable. Now, review my lovelies!
Now I would like to thank all my beautiful reviewers!
Misty Cherry
Linden Winter
JamesLilyRock
soccerchic1989
yer-blues
Vitamin
x7xToxicx7x
DIFFEN-DOOFER
long-haired-hippy-freak
Loveable
angelfire33
hermione
martian doll
pale pink roses
SecretlyBeautiful
Thank-you for your reviews! I hope you keep reading (and reviewing) my story.
LiL-MiZZ-KaT