Never Got Along
By: neen
author note
Please read this before reading the story! The info might help you out a lot…and takes about one minute!
Set in 5th year as you might notice. It's the beginning of Lily's hate for him
My own character: Penelope Walker. She is a Gryffindor, who is also in 5th year and is basically Lily's best friend.
Yes, James has recently asked Lily out before this opening scene (the 1st time as well) and Lily refused him and gave a reason of studies being more important. Then Lily notices his personality and attitude and greatly hates it.
Chapter Seven
Lily had not told Penelope about who her date—acquaintance, she caught herself—for the ball. She had been too embarrassed to, but today was the Hogsmeade trip and she needed to tell her who it was. She knew that if Penelope found out from someone else about her date, she would go absolutely ballistic.
She swallowed. "Pen?"
"Merlin, I'm so excited! A Hogsmeade trip and we're getting our wonderful ball gowns! You did say that you were going to take me to see that gorgeous red gown, right?" Penelope paused to ask.
"Yes, yes. Er—Pen, I—I got a date," Lily said in a small voice.
Penelope eyes widened as did her smile, "Lily—who is it?"
Lily just muttered something very indistinguishable.
"Come again?" Penelope strained her ears.
Lily turned red. "P—P—oh, it's Potter."
Penelope let out a huge grin. "You asked him didn't you?"
Lily nodded. "How do you know?"
"Well you refused him when he asked you and he's changed enough lately to know to steer clear of you and not ask for a second time. So you must have asked him," Penelope deduced with her reasoning.
"Well yes. I was—er, well, I was getting somewhat desperate. I didn't want to look like some old maid, all alone and er—you know, I er—I er—I didn't know who else would want to go with me," Lily confessed.
Penelope smiled. "Fancy the word 'er' now do you? Oh, Lily, don't be stupid, there's plenty of boys that would go with you. I'm glad you chose James though. He's a good guy, Lil, he really is."
Lily groaned. "Enough about him, let's get going to Hogsmeade!"
Penelope seized the deep crimson gown and squealed, "This is the perfect one, Lil!"
It was indeed very pretty, flowing to the floor with gorgeous little beads and not-too-frivolous frills.
Madame Dupont nodded, "Yes, yes, it's wonderful for you. Très bien! I'll see to it that it gets altered immediately. And you, have you founded your suitable gown yet?" She smiled warmly at Lily.
"Well, I can't seem to find anything that'll match both my hair and my eyes. I'll look too festive—either Christmas or Halloween. It's dreadful," Lily moaned.
"How about pinks? I think a really bold one. Hmm, let's see. This one?" Madame Dupont pulled out a dusty and slightly-ripped, but absolutely dazzling pink evening gown that had a few ribbons and tiny embroidered flowers that were threaded with a paler pink. It draped the ground and had an unspoken aura of beauty.
Lily gasped at it. "Yes! How much is it, Madame?"
Madame Dupont winked. "Free. It is my own, my dear girl. I remember about fifty years ago when I too had the honor of going to a ball. It was at Beauxbatons and I remembered getting swept off my feet by a handsome boy. I had never been fond of him, but that night—everything changed. It was so—so excellente!" Madame Dupont got a bit misty and beckoned Lily to come closer. At the roots of her hair were the faintest colors of red. Just like Lily's. Her eyes were a faded green, dulled by age.
"I hope you will have an unforgettable night, my dear," Madame Dupont smiled at her as she herself mended and upgraded the dress to meet the latest fashion must-haves. The gown was clearly going to be the talk of the ball.
Penelope kept glancing at her own gown as they walked into the Honeydukes sweetshop.
"Mine's so—so shabby next to yours! I'm so jealous," Penelope said, even though she was grinning.
"I like yours though and you got a very good discount—it was only a Galleon, Penelope!" Lily reminded her.
"Yes, yes, but nothing's like a gorgeous gown that's free. Redheads—you get all the special treatment," Penelope grinned all the same.
"I like brunettes more—so many more color choi—Is that Potter?" Lily asked sharply, focusing in on the boy and his best friends—the Marauders.
Penelope glanced. "Yes, and I think—I think that's Snape."
Lily threw a disgusted look as she looked at Sirius poke Snape's unconscious and nearly unrecognizable form on the ground.
"Reckon we should finish him off with a wart hex. What d'you say, Prongs?" Sirius smirked, asking for James's opinion.
James at this time, noticed Lily looking at him, completely furious.
"Ah, just ah—revive him, Pad," James prodded his wand and revived Snape himself.
"What the hell are you thinking, Prongs!" Sirius cried, outraged.
Snape aroused dizzily and then saw James and Sirius looking down at him. He immediately scrambled up and fled.
"Slimy git, that," Sirius muttered, glaring at Snape's fleeting figure. Then he saw Lily.
"Oh, so…" Sirius started.
"Yeah," James murmured quietly as Lily marched over. There was no doubt that she was extremely angry.
"Lily, how nice to see you," James greeted with a smile.
Lily just coldly glared at him. "Picking on a fellow student out here? In Hogsmeade? What will the people think? You lot—you lot are so low!"
"Now wait a minute, Lily, I—"James started.
"—I don't want to hear your excuses, Potter! I thought you—I thought you changed! How wrong I am!" Lily interjected, shaking with fury.
"Lily. Listen to me at least. Please," Remus stared at Lily.
Lily drew in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Fine."
"Prongs—er—James didn't really participate on this. In fact, he was the one who revived Snape. Sirius was just looking for some fun," Remus explained, ignoring the glare Sirius was shooting off at him for blaming everything on him.
"You should know better, Black," was all Lily said. She walked away.
Sirius turned furiously to James. "Evans! That's all you care about now isn't it? I know the real reason we lost that game to Hufflepuff—Hufflepuff, mind you—the lousiest team in the century last Saturday! I can't believe you let everyone score—you weren't even trying! You were moping around, just been rejected by Evans. She's just a girl. What's wrong with you, James? Is one girl more important than your friendships and Quidditch? I'm disappointed, James."
Sirius walked off, storming.
Lily slid out of the shadows of the shop. She had stopped when Sirius exploded, 'Evans!' They hadn't even noticed her not completely leaving.
She finally left this time, slipping outside with her friend Penelope, her mind blazing.
Author's Note:
So. Lily heard Sirius's rant. Maybe now…she will learn to like James more. Let's hope for the best! What am I talking about…I'm the author…haha.
Again, sorry for the overly descriptive chapter about clothes…I'm really, really sorry…but I hope you liked it all the same…the next chappie will be up soon, because I feel bad for the people who hate descriptions.
Read and reviews and suggestions and ideas greatly appreciated!
By the way, please check out my new story, Ways to Ask Out Miss Lily Evans. Thanks! (just click on my name to view my profile and scroll down until you see it…hope that helped out!)
Much love,
neen
reviewers:
: phantom radio : it's okay! I'm glad you came back though. You noticed! Yes, Penelope does seem a bit moody, but it's mostly because she's jealous of her pretty best friend who boys pay more attention to than her. Thanks for your review.