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Chapter 4- Snogging in the Corridors:
"Mr. Snape, is there a reason why you've decided on that particular look to start your first sixth year N.E.W.T. Transfiguration class?"
"Excuse me?" he asked, ripping his eyes from the piece of parchment he'd been perusing.
A few kids snickered as they turned in their seats to look at him.
"Well, I never thought of you as the pink hair, blue eye shadow type of guy."
Lily swiveled around in her seat, immediately gasping. Her hand immediately flew to her lips in order to muffle a few escaped giggles.
Severus Snape's once black, greasy hair had been bewitched an obscene shade of pink that reminded her of cotton candy. The pink hair was done in an out-of-date bob with the ends flipped upwards. His face had been heavily made up, complete with rosy pink cheeks, scarlet red lips, ultramarine blue eyelids and a faux mole on his right cheek. He even wore two giant pearls in his ears!
Grabbing the compact mirror Slytherin, Caroline Razby had extended to him, anger flooded his features as his black eyes swept the students of the class, finally resting on the Marauders.
"Who did this?" he seethed.
Lily, along with three-quarters of the class followed his gaze to the four boys settled comfortably in their seats. They all sat back, an air of nonchalance surrounding them as they casually perused their schoolbooks as if oblivious to the situation.
"Potter," Professor McGonagall implored, turning towards the "innocent" quartet. "Did you have anything to do with this?"
Starting at his name, James looked up at her, his huge, hazel eyes wide in their adorable puppy-dog expression.
"Excuse me Professor McGonagall? I didn't catch what you were saying. I was totally engrossed in our new schoolbook. Did you know that Epstein Horalto transfigured the first dinosaur? He was a great man!"
"I'm sure he was Mr. Potter, but I would like to know if you had anything to do with Mr. Snape's sudden appeal to cross-dressing?"
"Well," James smirked, his hand flying to his hair as he quickly glanced at Lily. "Would you like the truth or would you like the TRUTH?" he asked, emphasizing the latter to demonstrate its distinction.
"The latter would suffice." She said evenly, although her thin lips seemed to twitch in a small smile.
"Well, I di-"
Just as he began arguing his case, the class erupted in hysterics. When James began to talk, Snape began sprouting breasts that were currently inflating the front of his robes.
Turning to James, she watched as he smugly breathed on his fingers and buffed them on his robes.
Sure his prank was funny and got the desired effect that he wanted, but it was still cruel. He was doing as he'd always done.
He was exploiting those that he felt were inferior to him. He'd done it a million times, and she still couldn't understand why. He said he did it for the good of his classmates, He blamed it on Severus's attitude. But stooping down to Snape's level had made him no better than Snape, no matter how he tried to rationalize it.
She hated the way he could hurt someone without batting an eyelash. She hated the way his cruelty came so easily to him, the way he enjoyed it, the way he took pleasure in other people's faults.
Sure Snape had told her countless times that he didn't want her sympathies, but she couldn't ignore the anger emitting from her in waves. She couldn't help feeling an iota of empathy for him.
The way that he sat by himself, pouring over his studies. He had no friends. Even his fellow Slytherins weren't really his friends. They didn't associate with him after classes, in the corridors or during free periods. Even when he sat at the Slytherin table during meals with about two hundred students surrounding him, he still seemed totally alone. No one stuck up for him when the Marauders played their vicious pranks on him. No one seemed to acknowledge that he even existed. He fought alone for a cause that no one but himself seemed to understand.
Facing the front of the classroom, she ignored the cheers and laughter emitting from the brainless minds.
Then suddenly, she got an idea. Turning back in her seat, her eyes swiveled back to the Marauders. They were all leaning back in their chairs with anti-toppling charms keeping them upright. James was still buffing his fingers on his robe, the picture of innocence. Remus's nose was buried in a book, obviously oblivious to the commotion in the room. Peter was bobbing his head and humming Twisted Sim's "Magic in my Attic." And Sirius had stretched his long legs before him on his desk with a look of boredom consuming his beautiful eyes beneath the curtain of black hair.
Mumbling something under her breath, she pointed her wand at the quartet. Suddenly,
CRASH!
The entire classroom erupted in a new wave of hysterical laughter.
All four Marauders had simultaneously fallen to the floor, ruining their façade.
Lily stifled the laughter bubbling from her lips. She loved their looks of total confusion as they struggled from their fallen positions, and straightened their seats.
"That was so funny!" Sunny grinned, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
"You'd think Potter would have thought to put an anti-topple charm on his chair?" Lily frowned slightly, her smile too big to actually fake the emotion.
"Class, class," Professor McGonagall cried into the sea of laughter. "Calm down please. We need to start the lesson. Potter, Black, Pettigrew and Lupin, detention after dinner, you know where."
Snape shot them a withering glare as McGonagall flicked her wand and the pink hair and caked on make-up were transformed into greasy hair and paled skin. The breasts also gone.
The Marauders nodded and reciprocated Snape's glare.
"Today was easy," Lily grinned, popping a chocolate leg into her mouth. "No homework."
"Yeah, for the first day back, today was pretty eventful." Sunny grinned recalling the look on the Marauder's faces when they fell.
"Well, I'll tell you one thing," Fly declared, "if Potter and Black think they are going to lose it on a broom like they did in McGonagall's class, then they've got another thing coming. I'm not coaching a team of losers."
Lily and Sunny both rolled their eyes. That had become Delia's mantra over the past few months.
Delia Flynn was the only girl on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and she made sure everyone knew it. When Oswald Jase- last year's Gryffindor Captain- had given her the title, she'd made it perfectly clear that just because she was a girl didn't mean she was going to be sympathetic. She'd also made it perfectly clear that Delia Flynn's team was going to be the best Gryffindor team in Hogwarts history. She even started a rule that if the existing team players didn't excel during the Gryffindor team tryouts, she'd exchange the players for "better" ones.
"You're too focused on Quidditch," Lily said, tearing off the frog's head.
"Just because you're not interested doesn't mean the rest of the world can't be. I'm sorry I'm not so interested in lose-ball!"
"It's football, and it is a great sport!" Lily frowned. "If you're going to mock me then I'm just not going to teach you that charm I learned over the summer to play Muggle records."
"I'll be nice!" Fly squeaked.
She loved Muggle music.
"You guys are late." Fly stated as James, Sirius and Peter settled into their seats at Gryffindor table.
"Well I'm sorry MOTHER," Sirius frowned, grabbing a bowl of mashed potatoes and leaning over her for the flask of pumpkin juice.
"Your hair is messed up and you've got lipstick on your neck," she said then looked up, "and a newly formed hickey."
"Damn," Sirius groaned, moving to cover the hickey with his hand. "I told her to stop. God, she gets on my nerves."
"Then why do you make out with her?" Lily asked, not knowing who they were talking about.
"Because she's hot and a slut." He replied, taking a piece of broccoli from her plate.
"Guys," Lily sighed, "a life-form I'll never understand."
"There's nothing to understand," Remus said. "Whatever's stupid, we'll do."
"So is that why you guys are all late?" Sunny asked, taking a spoonful of Sirius's mashed potatoes.
"No," Peter piped in. "Padfoot and Prongs were snogging in the corridors. And I had to retrieve something from the dorm."
"Why didn't you just get it after dinner?" Lily asked, seemingly unfazed by James's escapades with an unknown girl.
"We've got detentions with McGonagall. She makes it longer if we're late."
"I guess you guys are used to it," Sunny began, "but I'd freak if I got detention on my first day of lessons."
"Actually, this is our first time." James said, a mouth full of bread.
"Eww James, close your mouth when you- Wow! She hoovered you!"
"What does that mean?" he asked turning to Lily.
"On your neck, she sucked on you like a vacuum." She said, staring at the hickey on his neck. "Man, I've never seen a hickey that big! Even when Petunia came home late that one time after curfew and my parents found a huge hickey on her shoulder- it wasn't that big! Damn, you must taste really go-"
Her eyes grew wide at the realization of what she was just about to say.
"I meant, you must have really liked her."
"What was that Tiger Lily?" Sirius asked, his cheeks full of food as he grinned.
"Nothing, I- I said he must have l- liked her." She faltered, her eyes on her food now.
"I'm sure Potty wouldn't mind giving you a private tasting." He said in her ear, just loud enough for both her and Potter to hear.
"Oh God!" she groaned, her cheeks aflame as she clenched her eyes shut, praying that it was a dream.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" she whispered to herself, willing herself to be back in her four-poster, with all the probing eyes gone.
"Are you admitting that you dream about me?" Potter muttered in her ear, a small smirk curling his lips as he watched her body tremble softly at his close proximity.
"So, what's a vacuum?" Sunny asked, trying to relieve the embarrassing conversation.
"Well, I'm full," Lily said, pushing away her napkin and standing from her seat.
"You barely ate," James smiled, loving the way she blushed.
"I'm sure she's just picturing you and Sirius snogging in the corridors and it upset her stomach." Fly said, standing from her own seat. "It's definitely making my stomach turn," she frowned, turning to Lily. "Shall we go?"
"Indubitably old chap!" Lily grinned grabbing her arm and they both left the Great Hall.
"Shit!" she groaned, jerking her hand from the Virulent Vine.
Its razor sharp leaves had lunged out and caught her arm, leaving an angry gash.
"Miss Evans, are you alright?" Professor Bloom asked, his magnifying goggles making him look as if he were about to cry.
"Yeah," she managed, holding her arm out for him to see.
"Fortunately for you, Hogwart's vines aren't very potent. Mr. Potter, will you please escort Miss Evans to Madame Pomphrey's office?"
"Sure," he smiled looking up from his YW (Young Wizard's) magazine.
Following her from greenhouse number three, Potter placed his hand at her lower back and led her towards the Nurse's quarter.
"Evans, why would you be fooling around with a Virulent Vine anyway?" he asked, as they marched up to the second floor.
"I wasn't fooling around with it," she groaned, wiggling from his grasp. "I was trying to follow the Professor's instructions and trying to juice them. We need the essence of vine for our Veritaserum for Potions next week."
"Why didn't you ask anyone to help you?"
"I didn't need anyone's help-"
"God, that's your damn problem!" James whispered angrily.
"What?" she asked, anger lacing her own voice.
"You don't ever ask for help. You always want to do everything on your own! That's why you didn't get an O in Herbology last year, you keep-"
"Oh, I ask for help, Potter. Just never from you!" she countered, her eyes flickering with green flames.
"And why not? I'm top of the class Lily. God, all of your friends are my friends, do you really think I'd do something to you? Are you that afraid of me?"
"I'm not afraid of you!" she argued, stopping in the middle of the corridor and turning to him.
"Then what the hell keeps you from actually acknowledging me as a human being?" he was shouting now.
"The fact that you aren't a human being! You are the most pompous, ignorant, vile, and poor excuse for a human being I've ever laid eyes on! Where do you get off treating people the way that you do? Where do you get off acting as though you own everyone and they should thank the graces that you allowed them in your presence?"
"I don-"
"Yes you do!" she was shouting too. "You treat people like your damn servants. I don't know how anyone can put up with that egoTESTical attitude of yours! That stunt you pulled in Transfiguration last week, it wasn't funny! It was mean. It was degrading and sad and I'm so sorry that you think it's ok to hurt people like that. I find it so- God, infuriating that you would actually do that as a form of entertainment. Thank God I knocked you off your high pedestal, you'd probably still be grinning like a fucking idiot for humiliating Snape like that!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice low and his eyes darkening.
Lifting her chin and meeting her eyes, she wouldn't let herself be put down by him.
"I knocked you all out of your seats."
"You WHAT?"
"You heard me, 'I KNOCKED YOU OUT OF YOUR SEATS'!"
"WHY?" He growled, his eyes burrowing into hers.
"Because I-"
Before she could finish her statement, her eyes had rolled back in her head and she fainted.
"Shit!" Potter groaned, catching her before she fell. "Double Shit!" he groaned, lifting her into his arms and speeding towards the Nurse's quarter.
"Hey Lil," Sunny said, beside her hospital bed. "I heard that you got hurt."
"It's no big deal," Lily faked a smiled, while pushing her curls from her face. "Just a simple cut. I'll be back up tomorrow."
"What happened? James like freaked out and wouldn't tell anyone anything. Right now he's sitting in the common room staring at the flames. Did he do something?" Fly asked, her brown eyes wide behind her glasses.
"We had an argument, nothing major." Lily lied, laying her head on her pillow. "I guess me getting so revved up, coupled with the fact that I'd gotten injured by a poisonous plant just seemed to overload my system. I fainted. Madame Pomphrey says she just wants to keep me until the morning to make sure the poison's out of my system, and I should be in classes tomorrow."
"James is really freaked." Fly said, looking down at her friend, not believing for a second that she was fine. But she knew she didn't want to talk about it and she wasn't going to press.
"Well tell him I'll be fine, it's not like he tried to kill me or anything. We can continue the stupid argument tomorrow." She groaned, not wanting to talk about Potter.
"Ladies, your ten minutes are up," Madame Pomphrey called, coming in to shoo the girls out. "Talk to her later. Right now she needs her rest. She's got to throw up all that poison tonight."
"Eww!" All three girls cringed, not too fond of regurgitation.
When they left the room, Lily sighed and faced the wall.
She was wrong, she knew she was. She didn't even know where her anger flared from . . . or his.
Thinking back she tried to recall a time when he'd made her mad enough to feel that way. But the only thing she could recollect was something . . . something about snogging in the corridors.
TBC . . .
A/N: hoped you guys liked this chapter. It only took me two days to write, but like thirty years to think up. I'm currently writing about four other fics, so during the school year, these chapters will come out slowly, but they will come. Oh, and wasn't American football. I was referring to Soccer (which would be football in England), which is a really cool sport to watch, b/c the boys are really sexy.
w/ luv,
Yo-yo
