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A/N: for this chapter, everyone is a little bit older, we jump to 7th year, so certain people are more mature! So sorry Lillei, if you were hoping I'd continue from where I left off. AND THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS EVERYONE! I FEEL GREAT!
Chapter Two – Bump
Seventeen-year-old Severus Snape had long stringy hair that he wore in front of his face. While he realized that it freaked people out, he really didn't care because that meant he had a smaller chance of being bothered by people he didn't particularly like. 'Then again,' he thought, his eyes flashing dangerously, 'SOME people use it as an excuse to bother me.'
Severus sat in the library writing ferociously in a journal. Yes, he kept a journal, but it was for a very special purpose. In his journal, he wrote every single thing that had happened to him involving James Potter since they had both arrived at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He wrote down every single time Potter had teased him, every single time Potter had bullied him, every single time Potter sneered at him, or crossed his path. Oh, he had very big plans for this journal! He was going to use it to destroy James Potter one day and prove to the world that he really was "just an arrogant, bullying toerag," as Evans had so delicately put it two years ago.
She was another person he wrote about in his journal – Lily Evans. She was a mystery to him. Evans was the top of the class, pretty (yes, she was pretty, as much as he hated to admit it), and a Gryffindor. But she was a Mudblood, and she knew, along with everyone else, that Severus was a Slytherin who particularly despised Mudbloods. Yet, she still stood up for him against Potter. Even after that incident two years ago, when Potter still would bug Severus in the hallways, Evans still had something to say about it.
Severus scowled. 'Why can't that little Mudblood just mind her own business?' Because of her, even the other Slytherins found him incapable of defending himself from Potter.
Where he was sitting, he had a direct view of the door, so he was positioned perfectly to glare at anyone who came inside. Or, in the case of it being, Potter and his deranged friends, Severus could prepare for an attack.
The doors suddenly opened, and Severus held his breath. He let it out slowly when he saw that it was just a bunch of second year Hufflepuffs. One of them glanced at him and gasped loud enough for the whole school to hear. She turned toward her friends and whispered hurriedly. Immediately, they all looked over at him with different levels of disguised horror. Severus bared his teeth, and they scampered off, whimpering.
Severus sneered. It was pathetic, really. He looked up again at the library doors which were swinging of their own accord; then he saw someone with dark red hair & two more people, a blonde, and a brunette, dash through the swinging doors, laughing almost hysterically. As soon as they were all the way inside the library, the doors suddenly stopped swinging.
The blonde shook her head. "Are you sure it's a good idea to be jinxing the doors, love?" she said looking at the brunette, but she was still smiling.
The brunette grinned back. "Sure, it is! That way the MIW will be off of our trail."
The red head, who Severus suddenly realized was Evans, stopped walking and shook her head. "Kathryn, I can't believe you're still on about that." She rolled her eyes at the brunette. "The MIW? I thought we'd given that up in third year."
Kathryn shook her head. "No, YOU gave it up, Lily. Patricia and I made it the highlight of our lives." She grinned at the blonde, who was obviously Patricia.
"Transfer students," Evans said, throwing up her hands in faked exasperation. "What am I ever going to do with you two?"
"Have fun?" Patricia said, raising her eyebrows.
"I DO have fun," Evans retorted. "ACCIO quill!" The pencil in Kathryn's hand zoomed out and into Evans's hand.
"Hey!" Kathryn said. She stuck out her tongue.
"Relax," Evans said. "I just need to borrow to write down a few titles of books that I need to read for my research project...."
Patricia and Kathryn exchanged knowing glances. They both sighed.
"What?" Evans protested.
"No fun," Patricia and Kathryn said in unison.
Severus watched the whole exchange with interest, but he tried to appear as if he wasn't interested. 'Then, again, it doesn't matter,' he thought, bitterly. 'No one's watching me, anyways.'
"Lily Evans, ever since you became Headgirl, you've become as boring as Freddy-the-Vampire," Kathryn remarked.
"Who?" Evans said, clearly clueless.
"We need to think up something for her to do," Kathryn said to Patricia. Patricia nodded in agreement, then her whole face lit up.
"ROAD TRIP!" she yelled, earning a glare from Madam Pince, the strict librarian. She blushed, and quieted down.
"You're going to get us in trouble," Evans said, glaring at her. "I swear, sometimes I think you guys are just as bad as James Potter."
Severus wasn't even trying not to appear interested anymore. His ears were perked up, and he was practically straining to hear the conversation.
"Oooo! James Potter!" Kathryn said, excitedly.
"You mean, the really, REALLY, sexy, hot, Headboy, James Potter?" Patricia asked, blushing again.
Severus felt his blood boil. 'BLOODY HELL, YOU STUPID GITS!' he wanted to scream. 'JAMES POTTER!?!? YOU LIKE JAMES POTTER!?!?'
"No way!" Evans said, glaring. "I mean the really annoying, will-you-go-out- with-me-Evans, stubborn, troublemaker James Potter!"
Patricia and Kathryn both grinned cheekily at her.
"Stop it!" Evans said. She rubbed her hands together, and sighed. "Boy, would I love to get something on him!"
Kathryn shook her head. "You won't! They didn't name him Headboy for nothing! He's popular, smart, attractive...."
"I don't think so," Evans said, shortly. "And for the thousandth time, I SERIOUSLY don't see why Potter got chosen as Headboy. It's soooo annoying having him running after me all the time! And he's STILL mischievous! Just the other day, I saw him hexing –" Evans suddenly stopped talking and looked over in Severus's direction.
Severus glared at her. She barely flinched, continuing to hold his gaze steadily, though he did notice that she was turning quite red. And it surprised him. 'Is she turning red because she was gossiping?' Severus thought. 'Or is it because it's ME?' He dismissed the idea as too stupid to think about. The very fact that Evans was worried about what he thought was stupid.
'After, all, she doesn't care about me... does she?' Severus thought, as he left the library, his long stringy hair falling over his face.
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Lily sighed. She was embarrassed. Headgirls weren't supposed to gossip, especially when the people she was gossiping about might hear her. She looked up at the ceiling of her dorm and sighed. It was her fault after all. She was the one who had gotten so vocal about James Potter. It seemed James Potter was all she could shout about these days. It still made her furious to think about it – the day when she found out that James Potter was Headboy.
Every year she was at Hogwarts, Lily had tried to be the perfect witch. She had sucked up to all of the teachers, done all her work, helped out other students who needed it, and gotten top marks on all of her exams. She DESERVED to be Headgirl.
Then, there was James Potter, Hogwarts notorious bad boy. He was the exact opposite of everything Lily tried to be. He had terrorized the teachers, done half of his work (when he felt like it), teased other students just for "existing," and gotten okay marks on his exams. If there was anyone who deserved to be Headboy, it was someone who was the exact opposite of Potter. Sure, he was popular, and maybe he was even good looking, but Lily knew that looks didn't get you your way in the world, especially the wizarding world.
Lily sighed again. Now, she couldn't sleep. "Damn you, Potter," she whispered, as she climbed out of bed. She pulled on a robe and stood at the window for a few minutes. There was a full moon. It illuminated everything outside on the grounds. She smiled. Hogwarts really was beautiful. It was people like Potter that made it miserable.
Frowning again, she crept down to the Gryffindor common room, and hesitated, debating whether to take one of her midnight walks or not. Usually, when Lily couldn't sleep, she would patrol the hallways on the lookout for any suspicious activity, and no one thought twice about it, seeing as she was Headgirl and all. Lily smiled. Yep, there were a LOT of advantages to being Headgirl.
Lily climbed out of the portrait hole, remembering to close the fat lady's picture behind her. The fat lady was snoring soundly. Lily winced. When she came back, she'd have to wake her up. Lily hated bothering her. She always looked so disgruntled when she woke up in the middle of the night.
"Oh, well," Lily whispered. She had no certain destiny in mind, but she didn't let this stop her. Usually when she had nowhere to go she would end up somewhere interesting, like a place she'd never been before.
'There didn't even seem to be a ghost out tonight,' she thought vaguely. Suddenly, she heard a scuffling right in front of her. She stopped, shortly. "Who's there?" she called. No one answered. "Come on, if you're out of bed, I'm going to find you sooner or later."
"I wouldn't be so sure," A sly voice answered. Lily narrowed her eyes. No one was there, but she knew whose voice that was.
"Potter! Where are you?" she asked, spinning around to catch some glimpse of him.
"Right here, Love." The whisper was a tickle on the back of her neck. Lily spun around again. No sign of him. She was starting to get annoyed.
"Don't call me that!" Lily said, angrily, her eyes darting from side to side.
"What would you prefer? Ickle Honeybunch? Sweetie Pie? My Little – ?"
Lily turned around again. "NO!" she interrupted. "I'D PREFER IF YOU DIDN'T SPEAK TO ME AT ALL! GO AWAY IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO SHOW YOURSELF!"
There was a moment of silence. Then, "Fine. Suit yourself." Lily heard footsteps retreating in front of her. "Oh, and by the way, you shouldn't leave the portrait hole open, Evans."
"I didn't!" Lily hissed.
"Oh, I guess that was me. Bye, then!" he said cheerfully, his voice fading.
"What do you mean, 'bye'? Aren't you going to close it?" Lily asked. There was no answer. "Potter! Potter! Ohhhh! You annoy me SO much!"
Lily left the way she had come, back towards the portrait hole. She heard a thump from ahead, and stopped again. "POTTER! THAT BETTER NOT BE YOU!" she yelled, racing around the corner.
With another thud, she collided with someone, the force knocking her and the other person backwards onto the floor. Looking up, she gasped. It definitely wasn't Potter.
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A/N: james is irritating, isn't he? 160 points to anyone who can guess who Lily ran into! So review!!!
Ariana S.
A/N: for this chapter, everyone is a little bit older, we jump to 7th year, so certain people are more mature! So sorry Lillei, if you were hoping I'd continue from where I left off. AND THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS EVERYONE! I FEEL GREAT!
Chapter Two – Bump
Seventeen-year-old Severus Snape had long stringy hair that he wore in front of his face. While he realized that it freaked people out, he really didn't care because that meant he had a smaller chance of being bothered by people he didn't particularly like. 'Then again,' he thought, his eyes flashing dangerously, 'SOME people use it as an excuse to bother me.'
Severus sat in the library writing ferociously in a journal. Yes, he kept a journal, but it was for a very special purpose. In his journal, he wrote every single thing that had happened to him involving James Potter since they had both arrived at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He wrote down every single time Potter had teased him, every single time Potter had bullied him, every single time Potter sneered at him, or crossed his path. Oh, he had very big plans for this journal! He was going to use it to destroy James Potter one day and prove to the world that he really was "just an arrogant, bullying toerag," as Evans had so delicately put it two years ago.
She was another person he wrote about in his journal – Lily Evans. She was a mystery to him. Evans was the top of the class, pretty (yes, she was pretty, as much as he hated to admit it), and a Gryffindor. But she was a Mudblood, and she knew, along with everyone else, that Severus was a Slytherin who particularly despised Mudbloods. Yet, she still stood up for him against Potter. Even after that incident two years ago, when Potter still would bug Severus in the hallways, Evans still had something to say about it.
Severus scowled. 'Why can't that little Mudblood just mind her own business?' Because of her, even the other Slytherins found him incapable of defending himself from Potter.
Where he was sitting, he had a direct view of the door, so he was positioned perfectly to glare at anyone who came inside. Or, in the case of it being, Potter and his deranged friends, Severus could prepare for an attack.
The doors suddenly opened, and Severus held his breath. He let it out slowly when he saw that it was just a bunch of second year Hufflepuffs. One of them glanced at him and gasped loud enough for the whole school to hear. She turned toward her friends and whispered hurriedly. Immediately, they all looked over at him with different levels of disguised horror. Severus bared his teeth, and they scampered off, whimpering.
Severus sneered. It was pathetic, really. He looked up again at the library doors which were swinging of their own accord; then he saw someone with dark red hair & two more people, a blonde, and a brunette, dash through the swinging doors, laughing almost hysterically. As soon as they were all the way inside the library, the doors suddenly stopped swinging.
The blonde shook her head. "Are you sure it's a good idea to be jinxing the doors, love?" she said looking at the brunette, but she was still smiling.
The brunette grinned back. "Sure, it is! That way the MIW will be off of our trail."
The red head, who Severus suddenly realized was Evans, stopped walking and shook her head. "Kathryn, I can't believe you're still on about that." She rolled her eyes at the brunette. "The MIW? I thought we'd given that up in third year."
Kathryn shook her head. "No, YOU gave it up, Lily. Patricia and I made it the highlight of our lives." She grinned at the blonde, who was obviously Patricia.
"Transfer students," Evans said, throwing up her hands in faked exasperation. "What am I ever going to do with you two?"
"Have fun?" Patricia said, raising her eyebrows.
"I DO have fun," Evans retorted. "ACCIO quill!" The pencil in Kathryn's hand zoomed out and into Evans's hand.
"Hey!" Kathryn said. She stuck out her tongue.
"Relax," Evans said. "I just need to borrow to write down a few titles of books that I need to read for my research project...."
Patricia and Kathryn exchanged knowing glances. They both sighed.
"What?" Evans protested.
"No fun," Patricia and Kathryn said in unison.
Severus watched the whole exchange with interest, but he tried to appear as if he wasn't interested. 'Then, again, it doesn't matter,' he thought, bitterly. 'No one's watching me, anyways.'
"Lily Evans, ever since you became Headgirl, you've become as boring as Freddy-the-Vampire," Kathryn remarked.
"Who?" Evans said, clearly clueless.
"We need to think up something for her to do," Kathryn said to Patricia. Patricia nodded in agreement, then her whole face lit up.
"ROAD TRIP!" she yelled, earning a glare from Madam Pince, the strict librarian. She blushed, and quieted down.
"You're going to get us in trouble," Evans said, glaring at her. "I swear, sometimes I think you guys are just as bad as James Potter."
Severus wasn't even trying not to appear interested anymore. His ears were perked up, and he was practically straining to hear the conversation.
"Oooo! James Potter!" Kathryn said, excitedly.
"You mean, the really, REALLY, sexy, hot, Headboy, James Potter?" Patricia asked, blushing again.
Severus felt his blood boil. 'BLOODY HELL, YOU STUPID GITS!' he wanted to scream. 'JAMES POTTER!?!? YOU LIKE JAMES POTTER!?!?'
"No way!" Evans said, glaring. "I mean the really annoying, will-you-go-out- with-me-Evans, stubborn, troublemaker James Potter!"
Patricia and Kathryn both grinned cheekily at her.
"Stop it!" Evans said. She rubbed her hands together, and sighed. "Boy, would I love to get something on him!"
Kathryn shook her head. "You won't! They didn't name him Headboy for nothing! He's popular, smart, attractive...."
"I don't think so," Evans said, shortly. "And for the thousandth time, I SERIOUSLY don't see why Potter got chosen as Headboy. It's soooo annoying having him running after me all the time! And he's STILL mischievous! Just the other day, I saw him hexing –" Evans suddenly stopped talking and looked over in Severus's direction.
Severus glared at her. She barely flinched, continuing to hold his gaze steadily, though he did notice that she was turning quite red. And it surprised him. 'Is she turning red because she was gossiping?' Severus thought. 'Or is it because it's ME?' He dismissed the idea as too stupid to think about. The very fact that Evans was worried about what he thought was stupid.
'After, all, she doesn't care about me... does she?' Severus thought, as he left the library, his long stringy hair falling over his face.
---
Lily sighed. She was embarrassed. Headgirls weren't supposed to gossip, especially when the people she was gossiping about might hear her. She looked up at the ceiling of her dorm and sighed. It was her fault after all. She was the one who had gotten so vocal about James Potter. It seemed James Potter was all she could shout about these days. It still made her furious to think about it – the day when she found out that James Potter was Headboy.
Every year she was at Hogwarts, Lily had tried to be the perfect witch. She had sucked up to all of the teachers, done all her work, helped out other students who needed it, and gotten top marks on all of her exams. She DESERVED to be Headgirl.
Then, there was James Potter, Hogwarts notorious bad boy. He was the exact opposite of everything Lily tried to be. He had terrorized the teachers, done half of his work (when he felt like it), teased other students just for "existing," and gotten okay marks on his exams. If there was anyone who deserved to be Headboy, it was someone who was the exact opposite of Potter. Sure, he was popular, and maybe he was even good looking, but Lily knew that looks didn't get you your way in the world, especially the wizarding world.
Lily sighed again. Now, she couldn't sleep. "Damn you, Potter," she whispered, as she climbed out of bed. She pulled on a robe and stood at the window for a few minutes. There was a full moon. It illuminated everything outside on the grounds. She smiled. Hogwarts really was beautiful. It was people like Potter that made it miserable.
Frowning again, she crept down to the Gryffindor common room, and hesitated, debating whether to take one of her midnight walks or not. Usually, when Lily couldn't sleep, she would patrol the hallways on the lookout for any suspicious activity, and no one thought twice about it, seeing as she was Headgirl and all. Lily smiled. Yep, there were a LOT of advantages to being Headgirl.
Lily climbed out of the portrait hole, remembering to close the fat lady's picture behind her. The fat lady was snoring soundly. Lily winced. When she came back, she'd have to wake her up. Lily hated bothering her. She always looked so disgruntled when she woke up in the middle of the night.
"Oh, well," Lily whispered. She had no certain destiny in mind, but she didn't let this stop her. Usually when she had nowhere to go she would end up somewhere interesting, like a place she'd never been before.
'There didn't even seem to be a ghost out tonight,' she thought vaguely. Suddenly, she heard a scuffling right in front of her. She stopped, shortly. "Who's there?" she called. No one answered. "Come on, if you're out of bed, I'm going to find you sooner or later."
"I wouldn't be so sure," A sly voice answered. Lily narrowed her eyes. No one was there, but she knew whose voice that was.
"Potter! Where are you?" she asked, spinning around to catch some glimpse of him.
"Right here, Love." The whisper was a tickle on the back of her neck. Lily spun around again. No sign of him. She was starting to get annoyed.
"Don't call me that!" Lily said, angrily, her eyes darting from side to side.
"What would you prefer? Ickle Honeybunch? Sweetie Pie? My Little – ?"
Lily turned around again. "NO!" she interrupted. "I'D PREFER IF YOU DIDN'T SPEAK TO ME AT ALL! GO AWAY IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO SHOW YOURSELF!"
There was a moment of silence. Then, "Fine. Suit yourself." Lily heard footsteps retreating in front of her. "Oh, and by the way, you shouldn't leave the portrait hole open, Evans."
"I didn't!" Lily hissed.
"Oh, I guess that was me. Bye, then!" he said cheerfully, his voice fading.
"What do you mean, 'bye'? Aren't you going to close it?" Lily asked. There was no answer. "Potter! Potter! Ohhhh! You annoy me SO much!"
Lily left the way she had come, back towards the portrait hole. She heard a thump from ahead, and stopped again. "POTTER! THAT BETTER NOT BE YOU!" she yelled, racing around the corner.
With another thud, she collided with someone, the force knocking her and the other person backwards onto the floor. Looking up, she gasped. It definitely wasn't Potter.
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A/N: james is irritating, isn't he? 160 points to anyone who can guess who Lily ran into! So review!!!
Ariana S.