Two Rooms, A Bunny, And A Blanket(die Potter)
TO ALL OF MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!!!!!!!
I HAVEN'T GOTTEN ANY COMPLAINTS ON HAVING JAMES AND LILY'S POV'S SWITCH EVERY CHAPTER.
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"Hey! Evans! Wait up!" I could hear James yelling behind me as I rushed up the moving staircases. I sighed and stopped. I had been really rude to him earlier so I guess I to owe it to him to listen to his dumb, pratty, egotistical, big-headed, cute, sweet, dreamy...HOLY MOTHER OF EVERYTHING HOLY!!! WHAT DID I JUST SAY? Dumb, yes. Pratty, obviously. Egotistical, definitely. Big-headed, very. Cute, never. Sweet, in the devils dreams. Dreamy, yes...NO!!! What am I thinking? Lily, get a hold of yourself. You're losing it, better get to St. Mungo's quick. I felt hand on my shoulder and jump. I looked up into the subject of my strange thoughts standing there before me.
"Um...I just wanted to let you know that Dumbledore wants to see us soon." Potter seemed...NERVOUS!!!! James Richard Potter had never been nervous, never! I tried to think back to a time when I had seen Potter nervous. My thoughts however were stuck on tonight's chocolate pudding. I love chocolate pudding. It's so-o-o creamy and chocolaty. It's the best dessert ever!
"Hey, yo, Evans? I know you think I'm sexy but there's no need to stare like I'm a dessert." Potter snapped his fingers in front of my face. He so-o-o-o did not just say that. "You know what, Potter. I WAS going to attempt to be civil towards you and then you go and you become the chauvinistic, pratty, annoying boy I've always hated." I had been screaming at him until I said the last word. That I whispered sharply. I saw the look of deep hurt in his eyes that he tried to cover up but it was still there. I could see it and I wanted to hit myself. I didn't really hate him. I just...I dunno. He brings out the anger in me. He makes me want to break something over his inflated head! All right, now I remember why I hate his stupid, pratty guts!
Flash Back
I was in my second year and I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room doing my homework. It was over Christmas break and everyone but Potter, Black, Lupin and I had left. I was wrapped up in a red down comforter and I remember looking out the window wishing I could be home with my dad. He had taken Petunia to America to visit some relatives, but I didn't want to go. Potter and Black came bounding down the boys staircase and found me behind bunches of books stacked on and around the table. I was looking in a book so I could finish my stupid Potions essay when Black sat down in the chair next to mine. "Hey Evans. Now, why is a flower like yourself sitting here, studying, during break. It's called break for a reason." He held his hand out above his shoulder and Potter slapped it laughing. "Because, Black, it has to get done somehow, and it's not gonna get done by itself." I was become slightly annoyed. "Evans, it looks like you've got the entire library with you." Potter said in mock exasperation. Then he said it. He had said ride and hurtful things to me before, but this time it just dug to deep. "Evans, why are you such an ugly bookworm. Nobody likes you. I kinda feel sorry for your mom and dad for raising such a failure." I have no idea why he said such a thing but it hurt. I stood up trying to mask the hurt on my face with anger and loathing. I could feel tears burning in the back off my throat and knew I was going to cry soon. "POTTER! FIRST OF ALL, I AM NOT UGLY! SECOND, I SIMPLY LIKE TO READ! YOU SHOULD TRY IT YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO LEARN SOME INTELLIGABLE WORDS! THIRDLY, I AM LIKED AND I DO INFACT HAVE QUITE A FEW FRIENDS! AND LASTLY, MY MOTHER IS DEAD!!!! SO WHY DON'T YOU AND BLACK HERE GO AND BE STUPID, EGOTISTICAL, PRICKY, JERKS SOMEWHERE ELSE AND LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE YOU CHAUVINISTIC BLOCKHEAD!" I screamed, gathering my stuff and running up to my dorm room. I dropped my things and fell onto my bed in tears.
End Flash BackEvil, vile, stupid, moronic, idiot...CRAP!!! I just realized that I 'm still standing front of him glaring. "Come'on Potter!" I snapped at him. "I don't wanna keep Professor Dumbledore waiting." I muttered this as I stalked away from him and towards Dumbledore's office. "Candied Yams." I yelled at the gargoyle. It jumped aside and I stomped up the moving staircase. I knocked on the door and heard soft, "Come in Miss Evans and you to Mr. Potter." I opened the door and shut it quickly in James' face hearing a loud thud and a crack. I turned towards Professor Dumbledore satisfied with myself. The door burst open again and Potter came striding in attempting to cover his now bleeding nose. "WHAT THE BLOODY DAMNED HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!?!" He roared through the blood pouring through his fingers. "I didn't do anything at all. I simply came and shut the door." I said smiling innocently. He made a rude hand gesture in my direction and I was about to reply when Dumbledore stood up slowly.
"Now, I called you two here so I could show you your dormitories." Dumbledore said as he pulled out his wand and muttered something and James' nose stopped bleeding. "Follow me." Was all he said and Potter and I tagged behind him. We walked through corridors, wound 'round hallways, jogged up and down stairs finally coming to rest in front of a large portrait of the four Hogwarts founders. "chocolate pudding" Dumbledore said to the portrait and they graciously obliged and we walked into the spacious common room. I smirked, chocolate pudding, that would easily be remembered.
"Your belongings have already been brought to your rooms, so I hope you settle in nicely." Dumbledore turned to leave but Potter burst out with the question I had been dying to ask. "Aren't we allowed to choose whether or not we want to sleep her or not." Dumbledore shook his head, "Not in this case." And that was that, he swept out of the room and closed the portrait behind him. I stared dumbstruck at it, the heck was he talking about. I don't want to be remotely close to Potter. I shivered and turned around to examine the room.
The far wall was filled with bookshelves. Books, upon books, upon books were there. It was a library of my own. A large roaring fireplace sat in the wall to my left, a large and cushiony couch stood in front of it. On the right there were a few table and chairs to do homework and stuff. There was a door in the middle of the tall bookshelves. I ventured over and peeked in. "HOLY..." I trailed off as I saw the enormous bathroom. A bath that was larger than the prefects was placed in the center of the bathroom and I noticed a fairly large shower in the corner. A toilet and sink stood off to on side and then I noticed the couch. We had a friggin couch in the bathroom. Wow!
"Potter, come look at this!" I called to him completely forgetting our spat earlier. He walked up behind me and looked over my shoulder into the room. "Holy..." he trailed off too. "Hey, which bedroom do you suppose is mine and which is yours?" I asked him, a pondering look on my face. He shrugged and ran to the room on the right trying to find my room before me. I followed close behind and we ran into a room about the size of three normal dorm rooms. It was covered in the Gryffindor colors and about fifty broomsticks lined the walls. This was obviously James' room and he realized that a moment faster than me. He sped towards the other door and wrenched it open.
"Wow Evans, nice room." He commented as I skidded in behind him. My jaw dropped as I saw my room. It was what I wanted my room back home to look like. There was sage green paint on the walls and a king sized bed lay in the middle of the room. A white satin comforter lay on it with miniscule purple and blue flowers with tiny green leaves. A desk sat underneath a large window looking over the grounds. My books sat in neat rows on two bookshelves across from the bed and a chair sat in a corner by the desk. An art easel and canvas stood majestically in the left hand corner near the window while a cream colored music stand with flowers on it stood next to a black case near the door. I notice a cream area rug with purple and blue flowers on the stone floor. My gaze swept over the bed again and towards a cream vanity. A bucket of gold paint sat on it and a paintbrush next to the paint. That's when something registered in my brain and I stared at the bed again. CRAP, CRAP, CRAP!!! A ratty looking cream colored stuffed rabbit around the length of my arm and a small baby blanket that was peach colored on one side and cream on the other. James seemed to notice my gaze and focused on what I was looked at in such a distorted way.
Potter leapt to the bed and grabbed the blanket and rabbit running out of the my room and into the common room. I chased after him trying to get them back. I really feel like some chocolate pudding right about now. Oh yeah, "Get back here you worthless git!" I screamed as I jumped over the couch trying to get to him. He tipped over a chair in an attempt to slow me down but it didn't work, I leapt at him and tackled him around the waist. He turned over onto his back, which meant I lay on top of him. He was still grasping my blanket and rabbit in his left hand trying to keep them out of my reach. Now you would probably be thinking, "Why doesn't she get up and get them from him since he's still on the ground." Well, for all of you who are thinking that shut-up. I thought of that a little too late as I tried to wriggle closer to his hand. You still must remember I'm on top of him and it hard to wriggle when...Anyways. I looked at him with an annoyed expression and realized too late that he was grinning ear to ear and he took the back of my head with his right hand and guided it towards his face. In a matter of seconds he was kissing me. A wonderful shiver was sent up and down my spine and then I realized who was kissing me.
"JAMES FRIGGIN POTTER!!!" I yelled as I jumped up and glared down at him. "Now, now, Evans. No need to get feisty. And by the way, it's James Richard Potter." I gave him an angelic smile and saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. The eyes that had been filled with pain that I had inflicted. The eyes that twinkled whenever he was happy. Those chocolaty brown eyes, like CHOCOLATE PUDDING!!! Snap out of it, Evans. I glared at him again and kicked him in the crouch. I smile as he dropped my things and curled up into a ball. I leaned down and as I was picking up my blanket and rabbit I whispered into his ear. "Have a good nights sleep, Potter." I smiled and left him there as I quietly turned the lock on my door and jumped onto the enormous bed.
