AN: Sorry this took so freaking long! I was vacationing the last week, and before that a family member was in the hospital, and I was just too stressed to think of anything funny (or anything serious since I didn't update anything else. God, I deserve a good slap. Tehe…I will get to it of course, though!) to write. But here this is!
To my lovely reviewers:
CaliforniaGurl:
Aw, Thanks!
Jillie:
Well, it's not supposed to be exactly like the movie or anything. I just toke a few bulk ideas and then incorporated a bunch of my own (creative old me…hehe) thanks.
KLLRS:
I promise better writing in the next chapter. This one was pretty bad too…sorry about that grin Betsy and Lily will have a talk soon, no worries. Well, sexy and hot are hard to explain. You know what I mean. Orlando Bloom is very hot. But not sexy. You see? giggle I'm so weird.
RandomFrizzhead:
Really? Thank you so very much!
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Chapter 7
James still couldn't believe it.
Last night, Lily Evans had stumbled out of the common room for a bit of "fresh air" (aka to puke beneath the fat lady's feet.) Three Slytherins wandering the halls bitterly, saw her and decided they wanted to raise some havoc. She giddily gave them the password, and followed them into the common room.
Randal Zabini, a vicious Slytherin prefect, had been one of the group. Discovering the random rave in the Gryffindor Common Room (even parties were forbidden without permission.) he reported it to the Slytherin head of house, Professor Blake, who had gotten McGonagall, and they had stormed into the party outraged at the condition of the furniture (battered apart, and thrown around) the drunken teenagers, the horrid noise, the broken bottles on the floor…the mess!
Randal Zabini and his cronies had lost twenty points each for sneaking into the Gryffindor. For throwing the crazy drunken party, Gryffindor had lost ten points for every person in their house, even down to the first years who hadn't even known it was going on.
Gryffindor now had a whopping negative 430 points, and everyone blamed Lily Evans.
McGonnagal had called it "the most appalling behavior ever seen at Hogwarts." Even Dumbledore had frowned upon it. "A little good fun would have been able to be looked over, but you all carried it much too far!"
And James couldn't do a thing when Lily walked into the great hall, smiling, not absorbing the glares of everyone but Slytherin, who hooted and cheered when she walked by.
Poor Evans is going to loose so bad she won't know what to do he thought sadly, but triumphantly, imagining saving her from despondency after she was slaughtered her at the polls silly…
'Oh my gosh. Everyone is glaring at me.' She passed the Ravenclaw table nervously and almost shrieked when she passed the Slytherin table and they clapped and cheered, one of them even smacking her butt and winking.
When she reached the Gryffindor table, no one moved over so she could sit down, no one even acknowledged her presence.
Lily felt so much hatred towards her, she had no idea what to do. She was Amos Diggory's girlfriend, she was a prefect, she was top of her class, she had never done anything wrong! Everyone had always liked her!
She fled the hall as she could, her heart pounding against her chest.
She couldn't do this. She couldn't do this.
She didn't even know what she had done!
When she stepped up to the podium, there was an explosion of output. Many screamed things at her. Most of them booed. A few cheered.
She could barely hear herself think.
She was going to cry. Right here, in front of all of sixth and seventh year students.
Well, he supposed he had to save her now. He ran up to the podium.
"Come on, everyone. Be civil. Who cares about the house cup, anyway?" He yelled into the microphone.
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED!" Someone yelled, from the audience, and James felt a cold sweat erupt over him when Lily hissed at him,
"Potter, what on earth do you think you're doing?"
"Saving your arse, Evans." He whispered back.
"I do, I mean…Evans has always been an excellent person, a good student. She's always been there for everyone, hasn't she? I mean, sure, she lost a few points last night…"
Lily's stomach dropped, her eyes widened. "I did what??" She muttered at him.
"A FEW? A FEW??" Someone else yelled, "TRY A FEW HUNDRED!"
"A few hundred…" She worded, touching her lips soundlessly. Her life was over.
"I think that's enough for now!" McGonagall bellowed over all the commotion.
James felt his collar be grabbed, and his back was shoved against the wall.
"Potter, what did you think you were doing back there?" She said fiercely, her eyes glistening, and James smiled.
"What exactly do you think you're doing right now?" He laughed, and she loosened her grip, and let his feet touch the ground.
"Sorry. People do it in films a lot. You know, to be intimidating…" She muttered, shaking her head, "Potter, I really don't want to be in this position, but no one else is talking to me…What did I do?"
"Well, you just shoved me against the wall, which I must admit, was pretty steamy," He replied, smirking, and Lily almost slapped him.
"Last night, Potter! What did…What did I do last night? Why did I loose points?" She whispered, eyes wide.
He sighed, "You let Slytherins into the common room when the party was still going. We lost ten points for every person in our house."
"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh…My life is over…" She sprinted down the hall, fretting her tears of shame might fall in front of James Potter.
"Lily…" He watched her run down the hall, feeling a bit of guilt creep through his skin. It had been his and Sirius' idea to have a party. They should be the one's being blamed.
No, instead it was all being pinned on the person who deserved it the least.
Boy-
That was quite a funny story about your cat. You know, I accidentally broke my mother's good china once when she wouldn't let me sleep over my friends house. But I've never heard of anyone making their cat fly without a wand!
Listen, all this chit chat has been well and good, but I really need some advice. And from the letters we've been writing, I sort of trust you.
Lily knew she couldn't be too specific, so she'd reword her problem a bit…
My sister did something very bad, and I got blamed for it. Now everyone at home hates me! I don't know what to do. Would it be completely wrong to rat her out? I mean, I know she would do the same to me. I just really want my family to know I'm not that kind of person.
Please help. I'm sorry this isn't along the lines of our usual conversations. I need some advice though.
Thanks,
Girl
No, James thought, this wasn't along the lines of the letters they'd been sending. They'd been talking about little stuff, like stuff they'd done when they were kids, silly things they're friends had said, books they read…casual acquaintance talk. But now that this girl was starting to trust him, it was strange. He'd never had a completely platonic relationship with a girl before. James thought this might actually turn out to be an educational experience for him.
Dear Girl,
Well, you should never get blamed for something you didn't DO. That's just not fair. It doesn't really have to do with the person, you just shouldn't loose people's respect because of your sister mistake. So I say, rat her out! And remember. It's not personal, it's just fair.
Hope it all works,
Boy
"It's not personal, it's just fair." She muttered to herself thoughtfully.
Well, then, she knew just exactly how to get herself out of this mess. She'd just have to tell Potter that it wasn't really personal, it was just fair!
AN: So, what do you think? Probably "I waited this long for THAT?" But don't worry, my next chapter will come much quicker than this one, pinky swear. Hey, You've Got Mail is on TNT this Sunday night, make sure to watch it and compare (more similarities will actually come later…but you'll see about that) and enjoy with a bowl of popcorn and a pair of fuzzy slippers!
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