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 Nine

The next morning, she was again, immediately seized away at breakfast.

"What is it with people dragging me away during breakfast?" Lily complained and then noticed that it was Amos.

"Amos! Hello," Lily greeted with a smile.

Amos shifted his feet. He could feel James Potter's eyes boring two holes in the back of his head. Literally. Amos ignored his smoking hair in the back and cleared his throat. Lily winced. She hated it when people cleared their throats. (no offense to people that do of course!)

"So, Lily, a Hogsmeade trip?" Amos asked confidently. A Gryffindor 1st year had informed him that Lily had a crush on him. She was bound to say yes.

By now, his hair was burning at the roots. He had to keep his cool. Lily was his. Drat that Potter.

"No thanks," she answered coolly and walked off.

Amos let out a yelp as his hair was nearly burnt off. He quickly watered it out, throwing glares at a very ecstatic James. Then he spotted and grabbed the Gryffindor 1st year who had told him and roared, "I thought you said that Lily liked me! I have never—never—been rejected in my life!"

"Maybe—maybe she's just playing hard to get, Mr. Diggory, sir," he managed to squeak out.

Amos finally let go of the now thoroughly frightened Gryffindor.

"Yes, of course. A feisty one, now is she?" Amos muttered under his breath.

Meanwhile over at the Marauder's table, James was grinning at the wonderful work of his blue fire burning Amos's hair. Then he glanced over and saw Sirius coming at him.

"James," Sirius greeted rather stiffly.

"Sirius," James returned the stiff greeting.

There was an awkward silence as the two looked at each other. Then both spoke at the same time.

"Well—"

"I—"

"—Go ahead—"

"—No, you—"

"—You!—"

"Sorry," they said in unison. They grinned at each other.

"You're right, Padfoot. Lily's mad at me again. I really don't think that she'll ever like me. I guess I should give up, eh?" James said softly.

"No, no, Prongs. I didn't really mean it. I was just mad. Lily is a nice girl. I'm sure she's worth it if you think it is," Sirius said.

"Well…hey, did you see that Diggory ask Lily out? She refused. Refused, I say!" James grinned broadened.

Sirius's eyebrows shot straight up. "Refused? Why? Doesn't she have that huge crush on the guy?"

James just shrugged, still happy. "I dunno. I don't really care much either. As long as she's still single."

Sirius just shook his head, grinning. That was James all right.

"So, how was the dance?" Sirius asked.

James's face darkened. "Don't remind me—Lily completely hates me now. She about ditched me at the ball."

Sirius sighed. It was time to help out his friend in distress.

"Oy, Lily! Over here!" Sirius waved frantically as he tried to get Lily's attention when James got up to get some jam.

Lily walked over cautiously, glancing to see if James was anywhere near Sirius.

"Yes?" she asked as soon as she determined it was safe to talk to Sirius without him.

"Erm—well, I heard that you ditched James at the dance. Why?" Sirius asked. James was still looking for his favorite type of jam—strawberry. It seemed that every table had run out. Of course, Sirius had purposely magicked all the jars away to have some time to talk to Lily.

"He was being stupid," Lily said angrily.

"Erm—how?" Sirius asked, puzzled. "He always acts stupid around you. He's a lovesick fool."

Lily chose to ignore Sirius's comment and sighed. "He—he ruffled his hair when we were dancing!" Lily had a pained look on her face as if ruffling hair in the public was a crime.

"Oh, that habit of his. But he's changed! You've realized that right?" Sirius asked.

"I know he has. It's just that I don't want him ruffling through his stupid hair every two minutes. What if we're kissing?" Then she noticed James returning with a jar of strawberry jam.

"Padfoot! I finally found a jar! Lily? Lily—hey—wait, where are you going?" James called after Lily's retreating figure.

"Prongs, I have good news."

"What? Lily decided that she wants to go out with me and that she's madly, passionately in love with me?" James asked eagerly.

"None. But I," Sirius began importantly, "have found out why she despises you so much!"

James cocked his head to the side. "Oh. Well?"

"Don't play with your hair, Prongs," Sirius said proudly.

"I'm not, Padfoot! What are you on?" James asked, completely befuddled.

"No, no—I meant that Lily hates it when you do that. So don't," Sirius said simply.

"Oh. But—but, doesn't it look cool when I do that? Like I just got off a broom from a crazy Quidditch match?" James protested.

"Erm—sorry to break the news Prongsie, but your hair looks the same whatever you do to it—like a huge pile of burnt-out weeds."

"I thought girls went wild over my hair," James said sadly, fingering his hair.

"Eh…I don't think it's good for kissing anyways—I mean that'd be absolutely horrid if the girl's hand gets caught in your mess of a hair, don't you think?" Sirius commented then noticing the high eyebrows on James's face, hastily added, "Sorry--not fantasizing kissing you or anything."

James just glowered at him for insulting his hair.

"Merlin's starry blue socks! I've just realized something extremely important!" Sirius suddenly blurted out, his eyes shining.

"What is it, Paddy?"

"Shut up a minute Prongs. I need to concentrate on remembering the exact thing," Sirius smacked James in the mouth who gave him a deadly glare.

"Yes, she did! I highly believe so…Prongs, she thinks about you!"

"Who? You don't mean Lily, do you?" James asked monotonously.

"Yes, I do! When you were off getting cherry ("It's strawberry, Paddy!") jam, Lily was talking to me—dead attractive that I am—"

"Padfoot—get to the damn point—" James said through gritted teeth.

"Spoil sport. Well, anyways, she goes on about a rant about your precious little mop of hair and guess what she says?"

"What? It was a bird's nest covered with crow feathers?" James asked sourly, disappointed.

"No! She said, 'It's just that I don't want him ruffling through his stupid hair every two minutes. What if we're kissing?' She has kissing fantasies about you! You have hope now, my dear Prongs!" Sirius beamed, happy to be the bearer of the superb news.

James however, frowned.

Author's Note:

I'll leave you smart people to think about it some…I'm sorry, but I need a break…just two days, please! Thanks you guys…

Much love,

Neen

I'm so disappointed…no reviews? I can't be writing that bad, can I? bursts into tears