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Forgotten
chapter 2
Dinner Chat
Last time: Once I was down by the lake, I sat with my legs crossed, staring into the lake, watching the giant squid's tentacles rise above the surface every now and then. I suddenly felt something brush against the back of my neck.
Alarmed, I jumped up, wand at the ready, and found my least favorite person there.
A few months back, I'd been receiving love letters from a secret admirer. I'd shown them to Lily and she thought they were cute. That is, until we found out just WHO my secret admirer was exactly.
It turned out my secret admirer had been the slime ball himself, Severus Snape, and the sick part was, it wasn't a joke, he'd meant the letters, every word, and hadn't hesitated to tell me so. I really wasn't in the mood for him to be bugging me, and I had a strong urge to take out my pent up anger on him.
"Hello Andromeda. Looking lovely as ever." he said. Ithink he meant it to be said in a sweet voice. To me, he sounded like he was about to be sick. One of the things he'd always said in those letters was how beautiful I was. I used to swear to myself that whoever it was, they were completely bonkers, because I was nowhere near PRETTY let alone beautiful. My looks follow the Black family unicode. I have long, straight, black hair which reaches a bit past my shoulders and sky blue eyes. At 16, I wasn't exactly attractive, at least that was what I always told myself. Most all the girls my age had, well, filled out, and my figure was less than desirable compared to other girls...
"Sod off Snape, I'm not in the mood for your little games." I said sourly, hugging my knees to my chest. He stepped closer to me, and he raised my chin. I remember quirking an eyebrow, to see what the prat would try and do. But I never expected him to lean towards me, leaning in for a kiss. Startled I jumped up, causing Snape to fall into the snow face first. I quickly bent down and patted him on the shoulder.
"Sorry Snape, you just aren't my type." I said, then fled from the courtyard. Ten minutes later, I was safely back into my bed, listening to the soft snores of my roommates.
The next day brought the Christmas holiday. My sisters and my parents were going on a ski trip in the Alps. My mother and father had not even bothered inviting me. Regulus was going with them as well. Sirius and Remus were going to Remus's home for the holiday. Peter, the little minion of my cousin and his friends, was going back to his home as well. The only sixth year Gryffindors left were myself, Lily, James, and Frank Longbottom. I felt bad for the guy, since his girlfriend, Alice Winters (I dunno Neville's mum's maiden name!) had gone to Dijon for Christmas. Unfortunately for myself however, Snape had decided to stay for the holidays as well.
That evening at supper time, Lily said she needed to go to the library to research for some of the holiday homework we'd been given. Normally, I'd have gone with her, but I hadn't really spoken to James in quite a while, and decided now was my chance. Frank went with Lily to the library.
James and I sat down randomly at the table. There was next to nobody there, as usual on the Christmas holiday. Snape passed us by on his way to the Slytherin table and winked at me. I shuddered, remembering the previous night. James, who saw the wink, got the wrong idea, and an angry look replaced his serene composition.
"What did Snivellus do to you?!" demanded James. I'd forgotten he didn't know about the letters, or the secret admirer thing.
"He didn't do anything. He's just a psychopath who has an incessant knack for bugging people." I said, shrugging. James looked at me skeptically, but I assume he accepted it.
"Whatever you say Andy, but if he DOES do anything...It's curtains!" James ran a finger along his throat for effect. I giggled at him.
"Hm. Hey James what did you get me for Christmas?" I asked sweetly. James and I had been friends as long as he and Sirius had, however we didn't flaunt it, since my cousin and his best friend were notorious players, until our seventh year, when James mellowed out, so then it was only Sirius who was the one night stand man.
James smiled at me. "Actually... I'll give it to you now, how's that?" I grinned and nodded. Usually, I was more mature than that, however, at Christmas time.... Well, I wasn't, and we'll drop that right there. James produced a bag from under the table. I grinned at him, and slowly took out the paper. By doing it slowly, it builds the anticipation, making the gift seem even better or even worse than it usually was.
In all honesty, I'd expected him to be a git and buy my lingerie like he had the previous year, which earned him a smacking around. If there was anything that people were wary for, even the Slytherins, it was the temper of one of the Black sisters. Regulus and Sirius also had quite a bit of attitude, but my sisters and I tended to break bones barehanded in fits of rage. Although, Bella did that even when she wasn't angry. When I lifted the last bit of paper, I pulled out a large glass bottle, with a sky blue ribbon around it, the color of my eyes.
"You got me some more fire-whisky !!!! YAY JAMES!" I said the last part rather loudly, the previous part not so loud, since we weren't supposed to have alcohol on the grounds. Not like that had ever stopped us before. All we really had to do was go down to the kitchens and ask the house elves to fetch us some, but sneaking out and buying it from Hogsmeade put more thrill into it, and made the liquor taste all the better. I would have hugged him, but the two of us decided that we would not hug unless it was absolutely necessary, or by some paranormal twist of fate, we ended up dating, which wouldn't happen even if we DID fancy each other, because Sirius would have James's head served to him on a silver platter, then deep fried in canola oil and served to the giant squid in retribution to all of the little squids in his family that had to die for the calamari of the world. The sad thing is, I meant every word I just stated. Sirius was that protective of me, he'd hurt his own best friend. James glanced at my slyly.
"So Andy, what did you get me?!" he asked. I smiled and produced a box from my school bag. James grabbed the box and tore it open eagerly. James not only acted like a little child on Christmas, he acted like that all year long. Inside the box was another, slightly smaller box. And inside that one was another box, then another, then another, then another, then another. All in all there were seven boxes. Inside the seventh box was a miniature Quidditch field. It had small goal hoops, two small bludgers, and a snitch zooming around. There were also little players on the broomsticks, passing the quaffle about. One team wore red robes, the other team had white ones. James observed the gift with interest, a grin plastered on his face.
"You say what team you'll be playing in an upcoming match, with your wand on one of the white playersand the white robes become the opposing team's colors. It shows you wiping the pitch with them basically. It's a nifty motivation piece I saw in Quality Quidditch Supplies over the Summer holiday." I explained. James stared kind of blankly at me, then bent down and pecked me on the cheek.
Needless to say I was shocked, but I wasn't speechless.
"MERLIN! Save it for Evans!" I exclaimed, grabbing my cheek. James just grinned at me.
"Please, I bet you loved it. Care for another one?" he teased. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"You. Wish." I said slowly. Then, James began his attack.
"Oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask you. Are you and Snape... Like, together or something?" he asked. I stared at him, my eyes going from slits to wide as saucers.
"Yeah right! My god, that's disgusting!" I exclaimed.
"You say that, but is it what you mean?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows. I could have punched him. Very hard.
"You know James, I'm going to get you back. I'm going to make you pay for what you've done." I said slowly, thinking of the best way to mortify him. I got it. "I'm going to kiss you in front of Lily." I said smugly. James's eyes went wde with fear at first, but then a malicious look replaced it.
"So you're gonna kiss me in front of Evans, huh? Wow, I knew you wanted me and all, but you're going to prove it to Evans? You've got guts babe! So...how about a little preview?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. (Man he does that a lot)
I smirked at him. "A preview, huh?" I asked. He nodded, the grin not fading. Instead, he grabbed my hips. I think, he thought I was going to back down. HE should have thought twice. Unfortunately, I'm shorter than he is by quite a bt, so he had to stoop down. I stood on the tips of my toes, something I'd acquired knowledge of after dance lessons when I was younger with my mother, and kissed him lightly on his lips. I don't think he was expecting that though, considering the surprised look on his face.
"Wow Andy, I may have to get you into a broom closet or something." he said smirking. So much for scaring him, I thought to myself. I raised an eyebrow at him then.
"Broom closet, huh?" I asked.
"Well, I dunno. Sirius would kill me if he saw me snogging his baby cousin." said James, mulling it over. I smiled. James knew Sirius well enough, and had probably been warned repeatedly of it.
"You know James, I'm only three and a half months younger then Sirius." I said, a placid tone to my voice. James glanced at me, a look of slight disappointment on his face.
"Damn you for being Sirius's cousin." he said. I was surprised at his words.
"And why is that?" I asked. I was curious to know. Did the boy I'd known for nearly half of my life have... a crush? I glanced up into his face, that evil glint was back in his eye, and that grin was on his face.
"Because I'd have done you a long time ago if you weren't." he said smugly, flashing me a meaningful glance, almost like the one Narcissa had sent towards Lucius. Needless to say, I was shocked.
"Ok, so what you're saying is, that if I were not Andromeda Black, but Andromeda... something else, you'd have 'done me' in an empty classroom or something of that nature?" I asked, a bitter sarcasm in my voice.
"Something along those lines, yeah." he said. I've never before wanted to deck James as much as I did right then.
"And WHAT exactly makes you think I'd give you something so precious?" I asked. I was almost afraid to know the answer.
"Because you know that you couldn't resist me." he said, smiling charmingly. Normally, I would have submitted after that, but what he said had made me angry. I wasn't about to give James something so important because he was in need of a shag. I don't think so!
"James, your ego is a bit too inflated. I wouldn't climb into bed with you if you were the last wizard on Earth!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, so you'd join Snape in bed before me?" he asked, pretending to be hurt.
"Damn you." I muttered, pulling a stray lock of my raven hair behind my ear. "In all honesty, probably not, no, definitely not, but you're STILL not getting me between your sheets." I said. By then, we had finished our dinner.
Realizing defeat, James shrugged.
"So, shall we head back to the common room then?" asked James sweetly. I looked at him, trying to find any hint of lecherous intentions in his voice. I don't recall seeing any.
"I'll be along in a minute, ok?" I said. James nodded curtly, then turned back around right before he left.
"Hey ANDY!" he called. I turned.
"YES?!" I called back. He jogged back up to me.
"Remember, there are empty classrooms and broom closets all over the school. He then patted me on the head and was off. I brushed off my hair, thinking he'd put something in it, but he hadn't. Carefully, I collected my books, and set off for the common room, wary of stray doors.
On the fifth floor was where it happened. I'd missed the door to a broom closet, and the door swung open, a person dragging me inside.