Summary: Being seventeen is never as easy as it appears. Somehow, through trauma and horror, love seems to sprout between the most unlikely of pairs. But it had always been undeniable; the passion between both Lily and James had always been there.
Genre and Rating: Romance and Angst. Rating M, just to be safe.
Disclaimer: For's sake, people. If I had invented Harry Potter, would I still be writing fan-fictions?
Chapter 2: I want to see you.
'Okay, for the last time Padfoot, a relationship isn't solely based on sex.' Remus said consolingly, staring Sirius in the eye. As three of the Marauders sat around a round table, each nursing a bottle of butterbeer in their hands.
'But isn't that the basis of most marriages?' Sirius asked, running a hand through his hair.
'No, marriage is supposed to be based on love and nothing else.' Remus told him, taking a gulp from his bottle.
'But sex is fu-'
'Don't finish that sentence Sirius.' James interrupted, throwing a sickle onto the table and getting to his feet.
'Where are you off to?' Sirius asked, looking up at his friend and chair pushed his chair aside. He left the pub without answering them, but they didn't have to look far for the answer. A group of girls had just walked by the front window, among them, a certain red-head…
'What does he see in her exactly?' Sirius asked, staring after James as he quickened his pace to catch up with Lily and her friends.
'I suppose since she's the only girl in the school who wouldn't go out with him, maybe.' Remus suggested.
'But he's been after her for almost four years, you'd think he'd give up by now.'
Remus shrugged 'I dunno. Honestly, when was the last time Lily shouted at him?'
Sirius thought for a moment. 'She hasn't yelled at him at all. And I thought she'd be yelling more, the fact that they're head boy and girl together and all. You don't think she's warming up to him, do you?'
Remus grinned 'I dunno. But not many women can resist James' charm for long…'
'Eww, no.' Lily muttered, shaking her head.
'Then the cute, Hufflepuff boy. He's been staring at you in Herbology classes.' Caitlin persisted.
'What was his name?' Tyler asked, looking over at Caitlin for a moment.
'Amos, I believe. Something like that, anyway.' She replied with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulder.
'No. I don't need a boyfriend.' Lily stated simply.
'Then get a dog.' Caitlin suggested, looking up at Lily being several inches shorter than the redhead.
'A dog? Why would I want a dog?'
'Yeah, yeah, I see it. You should get a dog. They're just as hairy and slobbery as men. If you don't want a boyfriend, get a dog instead.' Tyler said, nodding with Caitlin, each of their faces bearing an identical grin.
'I'd rather a boyfriend. I don't like dogs.' Lily said, stepping to the right of her friends to let a group of chattering hags push by.
'Good. So we're getting somewhere.' Tyler said triumphantly.
'I know who'd be perfect for you.' Caitlin smirked.
'Yeah? Who?' Lily said skeptically, falling into step alongside her friends once more.
'James Potter.' Caitlin smiled.
James' ears perked at the sound of his name. He had been following Lily and her group of friends for a while now, ever since he had seen them walk by the window of the Three Broomsticks. And he had to admit, their conversation was nothing short of interesting, for a bunch of gossipy girls, anyway.
Lily just rolled her eyes and slid her hands into the pockets of her jean jacket.
'Admit it Lily, you don't hate him as much as you lead on.'
'Forget it guys. Come on, we'd better head back.'
'I tried.' Caitlin shrugged, sliding into her Quidditch robes.
'Not hard enough. You didn't exactly pursue the statement.' James told her, grabbing his broom from the corner of the changing room. It was the first Quidditch game of the year, Gryffindor versus Slytherin.
'It's not my job to make her change her mind, James. That's something you've got to work on yourself,' she said wisely, tossing her long black hair over her shoulder and hastily tying up into a ponytail. 'I broke her shell for you. She doesn't loathe you as much as she did.'
She took her own broom and walked out of the changing room, James right on her tail.
'I need your help though. None of Lily's other friends would help me.' He pleaded.
'Look, I'm only helping you because I know how much you like her. And I think you'd make her happy.'
'I know that, and I appreciate it. But please, Caitlin, please help me. Just give me a few hints about all that lovey-dovey crap that women like. Lily, in particular.'
They stood with the rest of the team, waiting to fly out and wait for the game to start.
'Alright, I help you. Just, don't make me regret this, please James.'
They heard the whistle blow from outside and waited for the other members of the team to soar out before them. James quickly kissed her on the cheek to show his thanks, a broad smile on his face as he flew out after them. As the keeper, Caitlin flew out last and took her place by the goalposts.
'Gryffindor scores!' a voice boomed out over the crowds, '40-20 for Gryffindor.'
James beamed and flew off after the quaffle again, hoping to score yet another point. But it was in Slytherin's possession. The broad shouldered, green-clothed girl soar off to the other end of the pitch. She hastily tried to stop her broom, but the speed she had built up throughout the length of the pitch was too much. She flew right into Caitlin, knocking her off her broom. But with a free hand, she quickly grabbed onto the end. She swung her legs as hard as she could and finally climbed on. She was pleased to see that James had caught the fallen quaffle and was now taking a shot on the Slytherin goal.
'Another ten points to Gryffindor!' the voice shouted 'And the Gryffindor seeker seems to have spotted the snitch. Come on, Justin! Come on! YES! He's got it.'
The crowds cheered, mainly the supporters dressed in scarlet and gold, as each of the Gryffindor players dismounted from their brooms and walked towards the changing rooms laughing, ecstatic at the idea of their victory.
As James happened to glance over his shoulder, he caught the some one's eye. Bright, green – one of a kind. He couldn't mistake that gaze for anyone else's. He had turned around to find Lily staring at him, but when she realized he was looking back at her, she turned away and began to head up to the castle with the others.
James couldn't help but smile.
A/N: Please review, please, please. I'll love you forever if you do. I dunno if I should continue if I dunno if anyone likes it. So, yeah…I'll try and update soon.