A/N: low and behold the long await chapter 8. Beta reader positions has now been taken.

Mudblood Love

Chapter 8:

'Why God? WHY! I mean me, of all people, can learn how to fly and not be afraid of HEIGHTS! Oooo, I can't wait till I get my hands on that filthy pathetic excuse of a human!' Lily though angrily herself, shaking her fist up at the sky as if mocking God, as her other hand carried a shabby looking broomstick she got from Professor Dumbledore when he met her at the door leading outside to the Quidditch field.

'Then again, I probably would not want to choke Professor Dumbledore to death.' She thought as she rounded the corner.

She continued walking, thinking about how much she was dreading this lesson and how much she wanted to kill and break the broomstick in half right next to her. She fumbled with holding it, looking down at the ground until…..

Pain. Pain was the only word to describe the feeling on his face. Oh why, oh why did Merlin have to burden him with such a klutz? He didn't want the gravel on the ground to scratch his perfect face! Let alone his glasses.

All James could managed was a groan, feeling the weight and pressure of the "one-who-he-really-disliked" was on him. ON HIM! ON HIS BACK! HOW DARE SHE BEFOUL HIS BODY!

With one sweeping jump, James got up, letting Lily fall down behind him, causing her to yelp in shock while dusting off gravel residue on his shoulders and adjusted his glasses.

He turned around and glared at her. "Well, if isn't the Mudblood of Gryffindor. I can hardly imagine you being a Gryffindor with dirty blood coursing through your veins."

Lily furrowed her eyebrows as she looked up and glared at him. The bastard! Lily would want nothing more than to just grab the gravel underneath her and throw it at his face. And the temptation to do so was overwhelming.

"Honestly, if you were going to grab my attention, you didn't need to jump and throw yourself on me as if you were trying to save your life. Either that or you're pretty desperate. If you haven't noticed, Mudbloods are not on my menu of 'dating material'," he said as he took off his glasses and began to shine them with his robe. He put them back on and smirked.

Lily's jaw dropped. Like she was trying to grab his attention! The mere thought of it made Lily want to puke! She glared at him more. 'Excuse me! Since when did I ever want your attention? And I don't care who you date! But I know that if I were the last girl in the world and I was the key to the survival of the human race, and you were the only god damned male left, I would never, ever touch you.' Lily thought angrily. She gripped the gravel hard in her hand until she could feel it leave small imprints. 'And I was trying to find the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team! Not some low stupid human waste that doesn't deserve to be here on earth!' She shut her mouth and glared at him some more.

God, that smirk on his face made her want to throw the gravel at him so bad. Oh, so badly.

"So, Mudblood Chaser, you are now on my turf. This time, none of your little Mudblood friends or even Professor Dumbledore are here to save you. No, no, no, you're in my territory now," he taunted harshly. He kicked Lily's leg. "Now get up, we have lots of work to do."

Lily's jaw dropped again as her hand released the death grip on the gravel. HIM! OF ALL PEOPLE!

'OH GODS! NOT HIM! Oh, why, God? Why me? Oh, WHY!' Lily thought in her head.

'MERLIN! She doesn't even know! Oh, pff, even better. I have even more reason to hate her. She didn't even know that I am the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team? Oh Merlin, you just had to put me with her didn't you?' James thought. 'Oh please Merlin, God, just let me have some peace!'

But Merlin and God were on a break down in the Bahamas.

"First, Mudblood," James started as he turned around and started walking down the gravel path leading to the equipment room, "I need to teach the Mudblood what materials and balls we use. If you didn't know how, the willy nilly, you would be the cause of our loss!"

James marched up to the equipment door and swung it open, letting the door bang loudly on the foundation of the ancient old hut, nearly ready to fall apart.

Lily blinked and flinched as she felt the wind of the door opening at the speed of light hit her face. She shook her head and closed her eyes for a second.

She opened her eyes to find a very impatient and annoyed James in front of her, carrying a very large burgundy red colored chest.

"This is no time to be snoozing, Mudblood!" He snapped, a growl in his throat. "This thing is heavy and it's nearly sundown. We need to start fast!" He then stomped off into the Quidditch field.

Lily sighed. 'If he's going to call me Mudblood one more time…' she thought angrily as she shut the open door of the equipment hut that James had unwittingly left open. She ran down the path to find James disappear through door leading into the field.

She followed him silently, glaring at his back, hoping that some piece of wood would land on top of his head.

Finally, they were out on the grassy field, a little wet with dew from the fall rain that showered in the morning.

Lily watched as James se the chest down and opened all the small, teeny locks littered all over the chest to open it. What was in there?

James opened the chest and beckoned Lily to come closer. "Come here, Mudblood. You won't be able to learn if you don't see this," he spat.

That was it.

Lily stomped forward with the broomstick, anger seeping out of her very skin. "First off, Mr. Pot-head, the name is Ms. Evans. And if you had enough capacity in your brain, you would be able to remember it and call me by that," she said.

James glared at her and then turned to look at the equipment. He rolled his eyes and silently mouthed, 'whatever'. "This," he pointed to the two Bludgers writhing against its bindings, "is a Bludger. There are two of them and what these two do is they are magically charmed to have a will of their own to knock players off their broomsticks in the most brutal ways imaginable," he said, exaggerating a little. He wanted to see if the Mudblood could crack easily.

Lily flinched as she saw the Bludgers. 'I pray to God that I don't get hit by this...this…thing!' she prayed silently.

"So, in order to control these two, and use them to our advantage, we have two Beaters. You don't need to worry about that, you're going to be our Chaser. Now, over here, is the Golden Snitch. It is worth 150 points and if caught, it ends the game. This is up to the Seeker to catch," he said, as he held the golden Snitch with little wings in his hand.

Lily raised an eyebrow at the little white wings.

"And now this," James said, grabbing the Quaffle, "is the Quaffle. The goal of this game is to score as many points as possible, by either catching the snitch or getting this Quaffle into one of those three hoops on the opponent's end," he said, pointing on the three very tall rings on each side of the Quidditch field. "This is the job of the Chaser. You just have to get pass the Keeper."

"Now," he said, throwing the Quaffle at Lily, who immediately dropped the broomstick and caught it with ease. "You'll learn the rest of the rules as you play each Quidditch game. All you need to do is focus on grabbing the Quaffle, keeping the Quaffle and scoring."

Lily raised the eyebrow as she looked at the Quaffle. It was the most peculiar shaped ball, with little semi spherical punctures inside. It almost looked like a mine!

"Grabbing, keeping, and scoring," Lily said, and threw the Quaffle at his face, hoping he didn't catch it.

James caught it with one hand. "Oh, and rule number 1, you can't attack the Gryffindor Captain of the Quidditch Team." He scowled.

He set the ball down and wiped his hands. "Now, I don't think Madame Hooch taught you how to fly. Don't worry; I'll be your teacher, although I think you already know that. I'm the head assistant of Madame Hooch, so I am certified to teach you how to fly."

Lily gulped as she picked up her broomstick that has fallen on the ground. "Ok." She said, a little hesitantly as she looked up at him. She saw a smirk start and go into full bloom on his face. 'Crap. I already let him know that I'm afraid! I can't let him shake me up like this! I have to be cool, I have to be confident, and I have to kick his ASS!' Lily thought to herself, panic overwhelming her brain.

'Stay cool, stay cool, you won't fall off, and if you will, well, Heaven is better than this!' Lily thought. 'And maybe the headlines will read: Pureblood Responsible of Muggleborns' death, MOM (Ministry of Magic) horrified….' Lily thought with glee. 'As long as I imagine this, I think I'll be okay…'

"Now, to call up our broom, you set it down on the ground, straight and parallel to yourself," James said, waiting for Lily to break out of her reverie and follow his instructions. Finally, Lily returned to reality and set the broom down. She could hardly hear his instructions as she imagined the trial and punishment the Ministry of Magic and Professor Dumbledore will sentence. Oh, and how much pain and torture they will inflict upon him……..the mere thought nearly did send Lily to Heaven.

"LISTEN UP! You can't stand there like a deer in the headlights! Hurry up and stick out you hand over your broom and say UP!" James yelled, swinging his arms in the air dramatically.

Lily narrowed her eyes at him. She swung her arms dramatically in the exact same fashion as James'. "OKAY!"

She stuck out her hand, "UP!"

The broom swung up with such a force into her hand that her hand had immediately clasped it over as well as pushing her body overboard. She was about to fall.

"Whoa…" She said on instinct, she hadn't even acknowledged it was in her brain before she said it. 'CRAP! Can't let him know I'm nervous as hell!' She thought. 'Okay, cool down Lily, it's just a broomstick…in your hand.' She breathed.

"Finally!" James said, exasperated. "Now, hold the broom with two hands and swing your right leg over it and set your feet firmly, I repeat firmly on the ground. And don't kick off right when you swing your leg over it, or else you'll have the most horrible pain in the world! Yup, right up there, even for a girl it's still painful. Believe me, I did it once," James warned.

(A/N: If you guys are not old enough or don't understand what James is talking about, he's talking about pain when somebody kicks a guy's private part really hard, instead with the broom's neck jammed up there.)

Lily sighed. If James was trying to scare her, he was doing a very good job of it. She swung her leg and waited for the next instruction.

James walked around to get behind her. As he walked around her, Lily began to feel her hair sticking on ends. He was going to do something horrible.

"Okay, now when count to 3, kick off and tuck your legs and feet under the broom and hold tight. I don't understand why they had to give you one of our Comet Two-Sixty brooms. They're so fast and expensive and someone like you shouldn't deserve it!" He mocked.

Lily turned around and glared at him. 'Think about the trial and the punishment! Yes, Trial and Punishment. TRIAL AND PUNISHMENT!' Lily repeated over and over again in her head. She was trying very hard not to grab her boom and shove the end right up his ass or even his private part as he mentioned earlier. The sound of his scream would definitely soothe her blood.

"Okay, ready? 1……….2……………3!" he yelled and Lily kicked off, but then, James, grinning wickedly behind her, kicked her broom end up. Lily was, at first, flying up and then when the momentum of James' kick hit the broom, she found herself nose diving to the ground at full speed and shut her eyes for the impact.

The end of the broomstick buried nearly a foot into the ground and sent Lily flying a few meters away, crashing and skidding to a halt on the rough gravel outline of the Quidditch field.

"Owww…." Lily groaned. Anger seethed into her veins. THE SLIMY BASTARD SON OF A BITCH AND #&()&()#(&&#())(&& and add insult in here!

'TRIAL AND PUNISHMENT IS GOING TO START NOW!' Lily thought as she pushed herself up and wiped the dirt off her face, feeling herself for any cuts or any bleeding. She wiped the dirt off her shirt and jeans as she turned around and glared at him through cold jade slits.

She opened her mouth and out fell sarcasm and words that should not be mentioned here.

She stomped toward James, who was laughing and gripping his stomach, and grabbed and pulled the broom out of the ground with such ease and strength that James suddenly stop laughing. The jade eyes were so full of anger, white hot anger.

Anger consumed Lily as she grabbed the broom, held the dirty end high and grabbed James. She punched him straight in the nose, blood leaking over her hand. She punched

him again, causing his glasses to crack. Then, with both hands, she took the broom and rammed it in his stomach. He keeled over, gripping his stomach in pain instead of laughter. Then for the finale, she held the broom like a spear and hit the part here he had mentioned earlier.

Talk about irony.

"You stupid, pompous, bastard, human waste, you don't even deserve to be human! No matter if you're a wizard or human, or a pureblood or whatever the fuck you are, you will never, ever, be a human in God's eyes!" she yelled, whacking his head with the other end of the broom.

Lily was becoming very violent for a girl. Nonetheless, Lily stormed off, carrying the broom with her, obviously satisfied of her "trial and punishment" and left James to his misery and pain all alone in the cold.

Needless to say, the lesson didn't go very well.

"Ahh, Ms. Evans, how was your lesson today?" Professor Dumbledore said, pushing his half-moon spectacles up his nose as Lily stormed into his office, the aura of anger surrounding her.

She dropped the broom on top of his desk. "You should go ask Mr. Potter. I'm sure he will be delighted to tell you the details," she said very coldly and stomped out of the office.

As far as Lily was concerned, she was never going to go back and play Quidditch, even if Dumbledore forced her to.

But the very next day, Lily found herself in a flying lesson with Michael and Madame Hooch. If only God could just let Dumbledore choose someone else.

Well, if anything, it was definitely a lot better than dealing with Mr. Pot-head.

A/N: This is a short chapter and there really isn't any James and Lily mushiness going on. Sorry about that, but the mushy stuff comes wwwaaaayyyyy later. I still have to rewrite about Lily and her eyes (I don't want to give it away to new readers) and the "fight" and going home. Thanks for reading!