Disclaimer: I'm not gonna write one this time cause I don't have time. If I
have offended you terrible, I apologize. *cough*
When a girl refuses to kiss a man he is never disconcerted; he is merely astonished that she could be so blind to her feelings.
Helen Rowland
Sums the story up quite nicely don't you think?
Chapter 11
"Detentions for all of you," Loraine finished. George stood to the side and slightly behind her, nodding nervously in agreement. "You'll all be separated, of course, so don't look so excited. Yes, Mr. Potter?" Loraine asked, upon seeing James's raised hand.
"Um, Harry and I have detentions for another week so how are we gonna do that?" James seemed satisfied that she couldn't chuck him in detention.
"Then you and Harry will have the detentions George and I have issued you next week, won't you? Now run along and get to class." Loraine shooed them away and George McFly hurried off in the opposite direction as everyone else.
"Wait, wait! Hey Loraine! What about Quidditch?" James shouted after her.
"Forget about it, James," she said over her shoulder.
"But... I'll take you out on a date!"
Loraine paused for a moment and seriously considered it. "Sorry James. I'd love to go but I'd rather like to keep my Head Girlship. I'll go anyways but I can't withdraw my detentions." She turned and disappeared down the hall.
"Almost," James muttered. "It would have been a miserable date but at least we wouldn't have another week of detention."
Harry laughed at James. He was always trying to get out of detentions by offering himself to girls for a date. It always worked but Loraine valued her Headship over a date with James. Generally he wasn't use to rejection with the exception of Lily.
"Ah, we'll practice on Saturday then. Loraine would have been boring anyway." Together the six boys entered into Transfiguration where they were greeted with applause by the Gryffindor students and congratulated for their prank. Lily and Hermione alone looked somewhat disappointed in them.
"All right class – sit down boys – we have much to do today..." Professor McGonagall entered the room and began their lesson straight away, leaving no one any time to talk about Snape coming out of the closet.
*****
Harry was alone in the library searching for a book on Time and Space. At the moment it was locked in his trunk, wrapped in the same pair of socks that held his sneakscope. Harry figured if Dumbledore didn't tell him anything about it, he should look it up.
Harry was searching through 100 Magical Inventions and the Wizards Who Made Them when he felt someone's presence and the scrape of a chair on the floor. He looked up and saw that Lily, closely followed by Hermione, had sat down at his table. Thinking nothing about the strangeness of the situation, Harry greeted them and moved over to make room for them. He continued working – expecting them to do the same – and looked up at them again when he found them not working at all, but looking at him.
"Yeah?" Harry asked. Hermione nudged Lily who jumped slightly and cleared her throat.
"Um, Harry... I was, uh, wondering if you maybe um, wanted to like, possibly go to the ball with me, you know... like a, like a... um, like a date." Lily was wringing her hands and quickly put them under the table when she saw that Harry had noticed. Harry was shocked. He'd been asked to the ball by his teenage mother. He was about to politely decline but saw Hermione behind Lily. She was fervently nodding her head yes and mouthed, "I have a plan!"
Harry tried to look flattered that Lily would ask him but it was very hard. "Yeah, sure. I'll go to the ball with you." Harry heard himself say. James was going to kill him. Hermione smiled approvingly behind Lily. Lily jumped out of her chair and threw her arms around his neck.
"Thanks Harry!"
Harry awkwardly patted her on the back before she left him. Hermione pretended to be reading something.
"I'll catch up with you in a minute, Lily. You go ahead." Hermione waved her away. Lily gave Harry one last smile and swept form the library. As soon as Lily was out of sight he rounded on Hermione.
"What are you trying to do!?! James is going to go nuclear on me when he finds out. I swear, if you don't have a plan I'm gonna kill you, Hermione!"
Hermione looked amused. "OF course I have a plan. Have I ever failed you? C'mon. We'll go tell James now before he finds out. He'll be in on my plan too..."
Harry reluctantly followed her up to the Gryffindor common room. Before they even got there, James bumped into Harry, miffed about something.
"Harry!" he said, surprised. "What's this about you taking my Lily to the ball, huh?" James's face was red.
"Well, I don't really know... Hermione?" Harry turned to her, still confused.
"What do ya mean you don't know! I asked Lily, again, to go with me and ya know what she said? No! So I asked her what and ya know what she said? 'Cause she was already going with someone else. Well that was a first so I asked her who she was going with and ya know what she said? You! I thought you where helping me to get her to go out with me but I guess not. You haven't been charming her to show me how; you've been doing it for yourself! I trusted you, Harry, thanks a lot." James stormed away.
"Wait James!" Hermione yelled. "You don't know the whole story!"
"I don't wanna know what the heck it is. One of my best mates has just betrayed me and taken away the girl I love. That's all that's important."
Hermione's expression grew worried. Harry hung his head and trudged back up to Gryffindor tower. It was no use going to find James. He was stubborn and Harry was sure he'd be the last person James would want to talk to. No, Hermione was going to fix the mess this time.
"Harry," Hermione said gently. "You have to talk to him – "
"No, you do, Hermione. You said you've never failed me before. Let's not make this the first time..." Harry left her standing in the hall.
Back in the common room, Ron was trying to make things better. He had a strange way of doing it.
"Okay, as soon as Hermione walks through the portrait hole, we'll attack her. We'll force feed her a Puking Pastilles and not give her the antidote until we think she's suffered enough. And then – "
"Ron, I really appreciate all the thought you're putting into getting back at Hermione, but I think I'm just going to go flying. I'll be back in a little while." Harry got up and exited through the portrait hole, leaving Ron somewhat confused.
Down at the quidditch pitch, Harry unlocked the broom shed ("Alohamora!") and took the best broom out of there. Soon, he was soaring way above the field. It only seemed like minutes but night was upon him and looking down in the stands, Harry saw a lone figure. Flying a little lower, he saw that it was Lily.
"Hi Harry!" she waved up at him. Harry landed in the stands next to her. "Hey Lily." She blushed at the mention of her name.
"You wouldn't mind taking me for a ride would you?" Lily looked sweetly up at him. This is too weird, Harry thought. It was getting cold.
"Um, maybe James could take you up sometime. Its getting late, I think we'd better go back to the castle."
"All right," she sounded slightly disappointed. "But I'd rather have you take me than James. James would just try to make a move on me. I know you never would."
They walked back to the castle together. Lily was wrapped in Harry's cloak to keep her from shivering. To Harry's great misfortune and obvious lack of any and all things lucky, James was in the entrance hall when Harry and Lily came in together. James eyed Lily, still enfolding herself in Harry's cloak. James shook his head and walked away without saying a word.
Lily looked questioningly at Harry who didn't offer any explanation. He only hoped that Hermione would fix what she messed up very soon.
When they reached the Gryffindor tower, Lily gave Harry his cloak back. "Good night Harry," she said and hugged him. Harry went straight to bed, hoping beyond hope that James hadn't seen Lily hug him.
Harry couldn't sleep and he heard James come in.
"James?" Harry whispered. "If you'd let me explain, you'd know things aren't what they seem." Harry waited but there was not response in any way. Not even movement from James's bed. Harry sighed and rolled over, falling into a fitful sleep.
A/N: Please excuse any and all mistakes that I've missed. I was typing really fast because I'm running out of time here at school and if I didn't get this in now, I wouldn't get it in until after Spring Break. Please Review!
When a girl refuses to kiss a man he is never disconcerted; he is merely astonished that she could be so blind to her feelings.
Helen Rowland
Sums the story up quite nicely don't you think?
Chapter 11
"Detentions for all of you," Loraine finished. George stood to the side and slightly behind her, nodding nervously in agreement. "You'll all be separated, of course, so don't look so excited. Yes, Mr. Potter?" Loraine asked, upon seeing James's raised hand.
"Um, Harry and I have detentions for another week so how are we gonna do that?" James seemed satisfied that she couldn't chuck him in detention.
"Then you and Harry will have the detentions George and I have issued you next week, won't you? Now run along and get to class." Loraine shooed them away and George McFly hurried off in the opposite direction as everyone else.
"Wait, wait! Hey Loraine! What about Quidditch?" James shouted after her.
"Forget about it, James," she said over her shoulder.
"But... I'll take you out on a date!"
Loraine paused for a moment and seriously considered it. "Sorry James. I'd love to go but I'd rather like to keep my Head Girlship. I'll go anyways but I can't withdraw my detentions." She turned and disappeared down the hall.
"Almost," James muttered. "It would have been a miserable date but at least we wouldn't have another week of detention."
Harry laughed at James. He was always trying to get out of detentions by offering himself to girls for a date. It always worked but Loraine valued her Headship over a date with James. Generally he wasn't use to rejection with the exception of Lily.
"Ah, we'll practice on Saturday then. Loraine would have been boring anyway." Together the six boys entered into Transfiguration where they were greeted with applause by the Gryffindor students and congratulated for their prank. Lily and Hermione alone looked somewhat disappointed in them.
"All right class – sit down boys – we have much to do today..." Professor McGonagall entered the room and began their lesson straight away, leaving no one any time to talk about Snape coming out of the closet.
*****
Harry was alone in the library searching for a book on Time and Space. At the moment it was locked in his trunk, wrapped in the same pair of socks that held his sneakscope. Harry figured if Dumbledore didn't tell him anything about it, he should look it up.
Harry was searching through 100 Magical Inventions and the Wizards Who Made Them when he felt someone's presence and the scrape of a chair on the floor. He looked up and saw that Lily, closely followed by Hermione, had sat down at his table. Thinking nothing about the strangeness of the situation, Harry greeted them and moved over to make room for them. He continued working – expecting them to do the same – and looked up at them again when he found them not working at all, but looking at him.
"Yeah?" Harry asked. Hermione nudged Lily who jumped slightly and cleared her throat.
"Um, Harry... I was, uh, wondering if you maybe um, wanted to like, possibly go to the ball with me, you know... like a, like a... um, like a date." Lily was wringing her hands and quickly put them under the table when she saw that Harry had noticed. Harry was shocked. He'd been asked to the ball by his teenage mother. He was about to politely decline but saw Hermione behind Lily. She was fervently nodding her head yes and mouthed, "I have a plan!"
Harry tried to look flattered that Lily would ask him but it was very hard. "Yeah, sure. I'll go to the ball with you." Harry heard himself say. James was going to kill him. Hermione smiled approvingly behind Lily. Lily jumped out of her chair and threw her arms around his neck.
"Thanks Harry!"
Harry awkwardly patted her on the back before she left him. Hermione pretended to be reading something.
"I'll catch up with you in a minute, Lily. You go ahead." Hermione waved her away. Lily gave Harry one last smile and swept form the library. As soon as Lily was out of sight he rounded on Hermione.
"What are you trying to do!?! James is going to go nuclear on me when he finds out. I swear, if you don't have a plan I'm gonna kill you, Hermione!"
Hermione looked amused. "OF course I have a plan. Have I ever failed you? C'mon. We'll go tell James now before he finds out. He'll be in on my plan too..."
Harry reluctantly followed her up to the Gryffindor common room. Before they even got there, James bumped into Harry, miffed about something.
"Harry!" he said, surprised. "What's this about you taking my Lily to the ball, huh?" James's face was red.
"Well, I don't really know... Hermione?" Harry turned to her, still confused.
"What do ya mean you don't know! I asked Lily, again, to go with me and ya know what she said? No! So I asked her what and ya know what she said? 'Cause she was already going with someone else. Well that was a first so I asked her who she was going with and ya know what she said? You! I thought you where helping me to get her to go out with me but I guess not. You haven't been charming her to show me how; you've been doing it for yourself! I trusted you, Harry, thanks a lot." James stormed away.
"Wait James!" Hermione yelled. "You don't know the whole story!"
"I don't wanna know what the heck it is. One of my best mates has just betrayed me and taken away the girl I love. That's all that's important."
Hermione's expression grew worried. Harry hung his head and trudged back up to Gryffindor tower. It was no use going to find James. He was stubborn and Harry was sure he'd be the last person James would want to talk to. No, Hermione was going to fix the mess this time.
"Harry," Hermione said gently. "You have to talk to him – "
"No, you do, Hermione. You said you've never failed me before. Let's not make this the first time..." Harry left her standing in the hall.
Back in the common room, Ron was trying to make things better. He had a strange way of doing it.
"Okay, as soon as Hermione walks through the portrait hole, we'll attack her. We'll force feed her a Puking Pastilles and not give her the antidote until we think she's suffered enough. And then – "
"Ron, I really appreciate all the thought you're putting into getting back at Hermione, but I think I'm just going to go flying. I'll be back in a little while." Harry got up and exited through the portrait hole, leaving Ron somewhat confused.
Down at the quidditch pitch, Harry unlocked the broom shed ("Alohamora!") and took the best broom out of there. Soon, he was soaring way above the field. It only seemed like minutes but night was upon him and looking down in the stands, Harry saw a lone figure. Flying a little lower, he saw that it was Lily.
"Hi Harry!" she waved up at him. Harry landed in the stands next to her. "Hey Lily." She blushed at the mention of her name.
"You wouldn't mind taking me for a ride would you?" Lily looked sweetly up at him. This is too weird, Harry thought. It was getting cold.
"Um, maybe James could take you up sometime. Its getting late, I think we'd better go back to the castle."
"All right," she sounded slightly disappointed. "But I'd rather have you take me than James. James would just try to make a move on me. I know you never would."
They walked back to the castle together. Lily was wrapped in Harry's cloak to keep her from shivering. To Harry's great misfortune and obvious lack of any and all things lucky, James was in the entrance hall when Harry and Lily came in together. James eyed Lily, still enfolding herself in Harry's cloak. James shook his head and walked away without saying a word.
Lily looked questioningly at Harry who didn't offer any explanation. He only hoped that Hermione would fix what she messed up very soon.
When they reached the Gryffindor tower, Lily gave Harry his cloak back. "Good night Harry," she said and hugged him. Harry went straight to bed, hoping beyond hope that James hadn't seen Lily hug him.
Harry couldn't sleep and he heard James come in.
"James?" Harry whispered. "If you'd let me explain, you'd know things aren't what they seem." Harry waited but there was not response in any way. Not even movement from James's bed. Harry sighed and rolled over, falling into a fitful sleep.
A/N: Please excuse any and all mistakes that I've missed. I was typing really fast because I'm running out of time here at school and if I didn't get this in now, I wouldn't get it in until after Spring Break. Please Review!