Hate Everything About You

Summary: Lily Evans is convinced that James Potter is bad down to the core. What happens when she realises that this isn't true?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of J. K. Rowling's characters, locations, or other such ideas. I don't even own the plot in this chapter, 'cause it's taken from OotP, but put into Lily's and James' POV (yea, I just ruined the whole chap for u, didn't I?) I own Mandy, Amber, and other random characters in the story.


Chapter Two: You make me SICK!

'And speaking of Snape, I'd sooner go out with him than with YOU any day!'

These words rang through James Potter's head all weekend. They haunted him. Was this really true? Had Lily meant this? She would rather go out with that... greasy, grimy, know-it-all, idiot, piece of scum than with James? He must be bad. Or Snivellus was much better (for lack of a better word) that he looked.

James wasn't going to let Lily's preference of Snape make his already slim chances even slimmer. It was hard to admit, even to himself, that his chances of going out with Lily Evans weren't too big, but it was true.

James had already made up his mind. He was going to get back at Snape. It was all his fault. Of course, the best way (in James' opinion) to help Lily realize what a git Snivellus was would be to humiliate him in front of everyone. Everyone being, of course, Lily... and James' fellow Marauders, since he didn't really go anywhere without them. Except when he was flirting with admirers... or on dates...

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"Prongs, mate, I think studying involves some reading, not just staring at your notes and hoping it all seeps into your brain!" Sirius said, waving a hand in front of James' face.

James snapped out of his daydreaming. He'd been imagining how admiringly Lily would react to the marvelous hexes he would put on Snape during the little escapade that was soon to come.

"Right – right. Er... what are we studying for, again?" It was Sunday night and everyone was nearly asleep in their notes.

"Potions, you dolt!" Sirius laughed. "Not like we need to study, though..."

"Of course we need to study!" Remus interjected. "The Potions exam is tomorrow! You realize how important these OWLs are? They affect out future, our careers! If you two want to be Aurors you've got to take NEWT level Potions! They won't accept you if you have less than an Outstanding in your OWLs, so you'll probably be..."

As Remus continued his lecture, Sirius and James had a conversation of their own.

"Aurors? When did we say we wanted to be Aurors?" Sirius asked.

"Haven't we always wanted to be Aurors? Fighting dark wizards... getting all this fame... and looking great! All at the same time," James grinned.

"Oh... right. 'Always' meaning when we found out that 'pranksters' wasn't a career choice?"

"Exactly. Ok, I think Moony's just about done his lecture. Put on a serious face and nod, so he thinks we were listening. And then I guess we should study, or he'll start it all over again." James nearly moaned at the thought. Remus really wasn't THAT bad – he was a great friend, in fact, and a brilliant prankster – but he was really too wrapped up in all this... education... stuff.

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Lily wasn't ready for this. OWLs started tomorrow and would last all week. She'd done countless hours of reviewing and studying, which were more recently focused on their Potions exam the next morning. Mandy, Alice, and Amber were studying with her as well.

For the fifth time in no more than twenty minutes, Amber bashed her forehead into the table (where her notes were spread) despairingly. "I am NEVER going to survive this exam. How am I supposed to remember what the ingredients for the Draught of Peace are? Or – or what being too heavy- handed with the ingredients will do to those who drink it? And that review paper that we did; I didn't know half of the answers! I'll be happy if I get a D on my OWL!"

The girls looked at Amber as if she were crazy.

"Amber," Lily began firmly, "There is NO way you are getting a 'Dreadful' on your Potions exam. The only grade lower than that is T, for 'Troll'! You've gotten good marks in your other Potions exams – the normal ones – so why fret about this one?"

"Because it's important! Look! Even Potter and Black are studying!"

The girls looked over to where James and Sirius sat. They looked as if they really were studying, after all.

"Well there's something you don't see every day," Lily snorted.

Mandy and Alice, who had gone back to their studying once Lily had taken over in helping Amber, looked up.

"Well would you look at that?" Mandy said, amused. "I've seen them study before, though."

"Oh, I remember, before the exams last year," Alice agreed, "That, or they were re-reading their plans for a spectacular end-of-year prank they wanted to pull."

"Didn't they pull a prank like that last year?" Amber asked.

Lily was tired of this conversation. Once the subject became the Marauders' pranks, she was uninterested. She turned back to her notes, half studying, half listening, but only because she couldn't concentrate any longer.

"Oh! I remember! That one with the porridge?"

"No, no. That was on Friday, when they made it so that the porridge would sing whenever you tried to eat any. Then everyone got scared and there was a porridge mess all over the Great Hall, remember?"

"Don't remind me," Lily grumbled under her breath, so that her friends couldn't hear.

"Yes, Alice, Mandy's right. It was something else. Something bigger, I think."

The girls bickered about it for a very long time until, to their surprise, Lily finally spoke up.

She sighed. "They fed the post owls laxatives, that Muggle medicine that makes you – you know..." The girls remembered this and nodded in agreement, though with looks of disgust on their face.

At the end of fourth year, Remus had asked his Muggle father to send him laxatives with the family owl. Actually, huge supplies of laxatives. Lily had heard from someone that he'd said in a letter that 'I am having a bit of problems, but it's not only me. It's my friends, too, so could you send up a bottle each for the twenty of them?' They'd managed to give some to every owl that was in the Owlery before breakfast had started. You could only imagine what the owls brought ten minutes later, in addition to the post.

"Now, I think I'll get back to studying. You?" Lily said.

Having snapped out of their flashbacks concerning last year's big prank, her friends nodded. They looked a bit dazed, and went hurriedly back to their notes before they vomited.

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Exam time had come. The OWLs were difficult, but not quite as hard as Lily would have expected. She knew she'd pulled at least an 'Acceptable' for every one so far – Potions, Charms, History of Magic, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, and the practical exam for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Tomorrow, Thursday, she had a written Defense Against the Dark Arts exam, and the afternoon off, as the Astronomy exam would have to take place at night. She was looking forward to that time to study for Transfiguration and Arithmancy. All was well in Lily's schedule.

"Well, I'm just about done studying for Herbology. I think I'd better get to sleep," Alice concluded.

These words were greeted by blank stares.

Suddenly, Amber seemed to come back to life. "We have a Herbology exam tomorrow? WHAT?"

Mandy snapped out of her trance as well. "No, we wrote that... yesterday! Why on earth were you studying for our Herbology OWL if we've already written it, Alice?"

Alice looked down at her notes. "Oh... these aren't my Herbology notes? I could've sworn they were. Well, I guess they're my Defense Against the Dark Arts stuff."

Everyone let out a sigh of relief. Lily could have laughed.

"Goodness, Alice. If we weren't all as tired as you are right now, we would've thought you were crazy!"

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James leaned back in his chair to check over his answers. This Defense Against the Dark Arts OWL had been a piece of cake. He yawned, rumpling his hair absent-mindedly. Making sure that Professor Flitwick wasn't looking, James turned in his seat, grinning at Sirius, who sat a couple of seats behind him. Once Sirius had given him the thumbs up, he turned back to face his desk.

'So booored....' James thought. He ripped a small piece of parchment and started doodling absentmindedly. Soon he had drawn a Snitch, and was now tracing the letters 'L.E.' While he did this, he smiled. 'The two things I love most in this world, summed up on a scrap of parchment. Quidditch... and Lily Evans.'

Suddenly, Professor Flitwick said to all of the students, "Quills down, please! That means you too, Stebbins! Please remain seated while I collect your parchment. Accio!"

The over-a-hundred rolls of parchment that zoomed into his arms knocked poor Professor Flitwick right off his feet. James laughed along with some of his classmates (or rather... year-mates). He watched as Lily and some of her friends went to help their Charms teacher up again. He smirked, but only to hide what would originally have been a bit of a longing look in her direction.

"Thank you ... thank you," panted Professor Flitwick. "Very well, everybody, you're free to go!"

James looked up, hastily crossing out the 'L.E.' he had been embellishing, and jumped to his feet. He stuffed his quill and exam paper into his bag, which he slung over his back, then waited for Sirius.

James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter stood at the door of the Great Hall, waiting for those in front of them to exit.

"Did you like question ten, Moony?" Sirius asked as they finally emerged into the Entrance Hall.

"Loved it," Remus smiled. "'Give five signs that identify the werewolf.' Excellent question."

James put on his best mock-concern type voice, and asked, "D'you think you managed to get all the signs?"

"Think I did," Moony said, sounding thoroughly serious. "One: he's sitting in my chair. Two: he's wearing my clothes. Three: his name's Remus Lupin."

They all laughed, except Peter.

"I got the snout shape, the pupils of the eyes, and the tufted tail," he said anxiously, "but I couldn't think what else –"

James had an impulse to laugh at Wormtail. 'So stupid!' he thought, before saying, "How thick are you, Wormtail? You run around with a werewolf once a month –"

"Keep your voice down!" Remus said, his voice dangerously low.

The Marauders got out onto the grounds and strode off towards the lake.

"Well, I thought that paper was a piece of cake. I'll be surprised if I don't get 'Outstanding' on it at least," Sirius said haughtily.

"Me too," James agreed. He reached into his pocket to take out a Golden Snitch that had been bothering him quite a bit during the exam with its continuous struggling.

"Where'd you get that?"

"Nicked it," James said. He'd already done so many times this year, so it came as no surprise to his friends. He started playing with the Snitch, allowing it to get as much as a foot away from him before seizing it again. He nearly laughed at Peter, who was watching him in awe.

They stopped in the shade of the usual beech tree they sat at whenever they were just lounging around on the grounds. It was right by the edge of the lake, close to where Lily and her friends were sitting, with their shoes and socks off, cooling their feet in the water.

As he played with the Snitch, letting it get further and further away from him (with Wormtail gasping and applauding nearby), James shot glances at Lily. Was she looking at him? He wanted to impress her if she was. He rumpled his hair – if she saw him, she'd think it was disgusting how tidy it had gotten.

"Put that away will you," said Sirius finally, just as James made an outstanding catch and Wormtail let out a cheer, "before Wormtail wets himself with excitement."

James grinned. "If it bothers you," he said, stuffing the Snitch back in his pocket.

"I'm bored," said Sirius. "Wish it was full moon."

"You might," Moony said darkly from behind a book he was reading. "We've still got Transfiguration; if you're bored you could test me. Here..." He held his book out to Sirius.

But Sirius snorted. "I don't need to look at that rubbish, I know it all."

James looked around, studying the grounds, and the students that were there. Finally, he spotted his target. It was payback time. Payback for those who made his chances of going out with Lily slimmer than slim. It was his entire fault – not James'.

"This'll liven you up, Padfoot," said James quietly. "Look who it is..."

Sirius' head turned. As he would in his canine form, he became very still, as though he'd just scented a rabbit.

"Excellent," he said softly. "Snivellus."

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The Defense Against the Dark Arts exam now over, Lily and her friends had the afternoon and evening to do whatever they wanted. Mostly, that was studying, but for now they decided to relax.

Lily, Alice, Mandy, and Amber made their way to the lake.

"Oh, it's so hot outside," Alice said. The others agreed.

"Maybe we should go swimming!" Amber suggested.

"No, too lazy to get my bathing suit," Mandy said. "Plus, I think I forgot how to swim. I nearly drowned when we were swimming at our cottage during Easter holidays."

Mandy was a Muggle-born witch, just like Lily. Alice and Amber, though, were purebloods, so they didn't have a clue of what Mandy was talking about.

They finally reached the lake as Lily and Mandy explained what a cottage was, and what Muggles did there. Lily's family didn't have a cottage, but she had visited her Muggle friend's one summer; she'd had a blast.

"So, now that we're done clearing up some Muggle, er... terminology... what are we going do if not swim?" Lily asked.

As they thought about this, some of their friends from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff joined them.

"Hey! How's it going?" one of them asked.

"Oh, we're fine... just trying to decide what we should do during the short amount of relaxation time that our schedules permit us," Lily said.

"Just relaxing, talking, and fooling around is fine with us!" Cathy Baites, a Ravenclaw, said brightly.

"Well, as long as we're just doing that, I think I'll dip my feet in the lake. It's sweltering hot out here and my feet are killing me," Amber said.

Many of the girls replied with an, "Ooh, me too!"

"Amber? Why would your feet hurt?" Mandy asked. "We've barely walked all day; we were writing an exam all morning!"

"I dunno... my shoes are a bit too small."

"Well, buy new ones!"

"Are there any shoe stores in Hogsmeade? Because we're going there on Saturday, right?"

As her friends had this conversation, Lily looked around. Something a bit peculiar caught her eye. James Potter and Sirius Black were hanging around with Severus Snape?

No, not hanging around with him. They were advancing on him. Their wands were raised and Snape appeared to be momentarily frozen. A crowd had started to gather around the scene.

Lily quickly looked down at the ground to avoid James' gaze as he looked over his shoulder. She didn't want him to think she was cheering him on; she wasn't doing that at all. She was going to stop this before it had started. Though, really, it already had.

Lily jammed on her socks and slipped her shoes on as fast as she could. She ran over to where the scene was taking place just as James said coldly, "Wash out your mouth. Scourgify!"

Pink soap bubbles streamed from Snape's mouth at once. The froth was covering his lips, making him gag, choking him –

Something had to be done.

"Leave him ALONE!" Lily screamed.

Potter and Black spun around, Potter's free hand ruffling his hair. 'Idiot. He knows it can't get any messier, why does he even bother?' she thought.

"All right, Evans?" Potter said.

Ignoring his question, Lily repeated, "Leave him alone." She glared at James. "What's he done to you?"

"Well, it's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean..."

Potter's little crowd laughed. Lily remained stock still.

"You think you're funny," she said coldly. "But you're just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone."

"I will if you go out with me, Evans," Potter said quickly. "Go on... go out with me and I'll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again."

Lily stared at James, hoping that all of her dislike of him would show. Since her Snape tactic hadn't worked, she'd have to try something else.

"I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid," she spat.

"Bad luck, Prongs," said Black, turning back to Snape. The Impediment Jinx had worn off and Snape was inching towards his wand, of which Potter must have deprived him earlier. "OI!" Sirius yelled.

It was too late, though; Snape had directed his wand straight at James. There was a flash of light and a gash appeared on the side of Potter's face, spattering his robes with blood. Potter whirled about: a second flash of light later, Snape was hanging upside-down in the air, his robes falling over his head to reveal skinny, pallid legs and a pair of greying underpants.

Many students cheered, while Potter and Black roared with laughter.

Lily was still furious, but she was close to laughing herself. She controlled herself and channeled her feelings back to fury again. "Let him down!"

"Certainly," said James and he jerked his wand upwards; Snape fell into a crumpled heap on the ground. Disentangling himself from his robes he got quickly to his feet, wand up, but Black said, "Petrificus Totalus!" and Snape keeled over again, rigid as a board.

When would they get the message? Did these idiots have no end to their capabilities of torment?

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Lily shouted. She had her own wand out now.

Potter, eyeing her wand warily, said, "Ah, Evans, don't make me hex you."

"Take the curse off him, then!"

James sighed deeply, then turned to Snape and muttered the counter- curse.

"There you go," he said, as Snape struggled to his feet. "You're lucky Evans was here, Snivellus –"

"I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!"

Lily blinked. How much good did a person have to do to get some appreciation? It was bad enough that stupid Snape had called her a Mudblood.

"Fine," she said coolly. "I won't bother you in the future. And I'd wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus."

"Apologise to Evans!" Potter roared at Snape, pointing his want at him threateningly.

"I don't want YOU to make him apologise," Lily shouted, rounding on James. "You're as bad as he is!"

"What?" he yelped. "I'd NEVER call you a – you-know-what!"

It was time to vent. Again. Just that this time, it was in front of more people.

"Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you've just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can – I'm surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK."

She turned on her heel and stormed back to the castle.

"Evans!" James shouted after her. "Hey, EVANS!"

She didn't look back. She'd had enough of Potter today to last a lifetime. She had been very truthful in her rampage about him – he made her sick.

A/N: So that's Chapter 2! Lots longer than Chap. 1 and the Prologue, but yeah. I know I did alotta word-for-wording... it's pretty funny actually, craning my neck to see the book and typing at the same time. Well anyways, please review! It encourages me to keep writing =) Thanks to all my reviewers so far! You guys rock! =) (by the way, J.E.A.R. Potter, I replied to your question in the reviews, just incase you didn't know...)

[This chapter has been edited... for the good of all readers.]