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Summary: So what goes on inside the brilliant mind of a certain Lily Evans? She's Head Girl…she's respectable…she's intelligent…she writes an awful lot about a certain dark haired boy…. and she's most likely going slightly insane.
A/N: First, it was brought to my attention that I apparently disabled anonymous reviews. I however, did not. I fixed the problem though. Second, this has taken me longer than expected to start writing. It's been rather hectic with work and car stuff and friends. The thing that prompted me was all your flattering reviews! Honestly, you are all just too kind (but don't you dare stop!). Anyways, here are some responses:
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Prongsie4028: A fandango is (well, this is how I would define it) a crazy situation. The dictionary definition is….. 'nonsense or tomfoolery' (which is pretty much the same thing. Oh hey look…it's also a Spanish or Spanish-American dance in triple time…oooo…). IAAOCAG WHOOPIE! (lol…)
i-heart-happyendings: I find that those little dancing men have very pointy shoes.
JAMES' FREAK: There isn't anything wrong with being spy-like (ahem…my name IS SuperSpy). It's the stalker-ishness that gets me. But look, I'm updating…so no worries then. :D
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The Diary of Lily Evans Chapter 13
Breakfast – The day of the DATE
Oh my gawd. I'm so excited.
I don't blame you! You're finally going on a date with your husband!
Ok, that just sounds weird.
Yeah, I guess it sort of does.
I'm so nervous though. What if I mess it all up?
I don't see how you could…but…knowing you…
Thanks Chelsea, that's really comforting.
I'm here to help.
The word 'date' has all this pressure attached to it.
Then call it something else.
Like what? 'Etad'?
Whatever floats your boat. I think that has a nice ring to it. Watch, it'll sweep through the nation. We'll have single handedly wiped the word 'date' from the English vocabulary!
Except then the word 'etad' will have all the pressure of the word 'date' and I'll be right back where I started.
Good point. Oh look. Here comes James. Aww and look, he's sitting across from you and smiling. How sweet. Awwww…and look at little Lilykins blush!
Oh stuff it.
Where are you to going for your nice etad anyways?
I don't know.
You don't?
He never said.
Well ASK!
"James, about our etad—I mean date, where are we going?"
"Sorry, it's a secret Lily. Just meet me in the entrance hall at six."
"Um, alright."
Ooooo a secret. It's probably forbidden. How romantic.
Unless we got caught.
HAHAHA yeah can you imagine Filch stumbling in on you two snogging? He'd have a heart attack.
I guess a lot of people would.
Only the oblivious ones.
Perhaps you're right.
Oh, that reminds me. You'd better be taking this diary along with you on your etad.
Nuh-uh, no way. I don't want you reading all about my date.
I'll find out anyways.
I'm not taking it.
You just don't want to share all the risqué details.
Precisely. Now come on, we have Potions.
Lunch – Only a couple more hours till the ETAD
I wonder where he's going to take me?
Like I said, someplace students aren't supposed to go. It'll be all dangerous and romantic. Except I hope he realizes it'll put you in a complete panic.
It will not. I'm not that much of a goody-two shoes. I can be dangerous. Are you forgetting that it was I who strung James' boxers from the common room ceiling?
Sadly, that day is cemented in my memory for all eternity. Although, looking back on it, it is pretty funny. At the time it wasn't.
Yeah.
Oh, I just remembered, I read your nice entry about the dance. Overweight stomach butterflies, Lils?
I'll admit that it wasn't one of my shining moments, ok?
You can say that again.
Maybe Sirius will know where he's taking me?
Yeah, he does. I asked him in Transfiguration.
DID HE TELL YOU?
No. He said it had to stay a secret.
Grrr….
"James. Please? Can't you tell me where we're going?"
DON'T JUST SMILE AND SHAKE YOUR HEAD AT ME JAMES POTTER!
Prat.
Oh Lily calm down. And don't forget! You're taking this diary with you!
Oh no I'm not!
DOCUMENTATION LILY!
NO.
Spoil sport.
Last Class of the Day – Herbology
Oh my gawd. What IS this thing?
The Tarantrepidatilius plant.
Does it have to be so slimy?
Apparently.
And we have to stick out hand IN it?
Apparently.
And rub its throat?
Apparently.
Just so that it spits out one measly seed?
Apparently.
I say we just take an ax to the thing.
Except then Professor 'Plants-have-feelings-too' would take an ax to US.
Excellent point. One throat rub coming right up.
Look at James. He's already on his sixth plant.
As much as I'd love to, I kind of have my arm down a plant's throat.
I really want to know where he's going to take me.
Uh, Lily? A little help here…
Where could we go? If it's so secret then it can't the usual places like the astronomy tower or even out on the grounds by the lake. And it's not a Hogsmade weekend…
Lily? Seriously…something's not right here…It's not spitting anything up and my arm is well…kind of stuck…
Maybe if I try and inch closer to them I could over hear what they're saying…
LILY! LILY GET BACK HERE! LILY! SAVE ME FROM THIS DERANGED PLANT!
Oh damn, he sees me.
"Lily, for the last time, I'm not telling you. You'll just have to wait."
LILY! SAVE ME! IT'S EATING MY ARM! DO I HAVE TO SCREAM OUT LOUD? CAN YOU NOT SEE THE GIANT SLIMY GREEN THING EATING MY ARM?
Well there goes that plan.
"Um, Lily, what's wrong with Chelsea?" Sirius asks me. So I look over.
"LILY EVANS! GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE RIGHT NOW AND SAVE ME FROM THIS PSYCOTIC PLANT!"
Oh damn.
So I run over to Chelsea and soon the Marauders join me in trying to wrench Chelsea's arm from the plants slimy grasp. Soon, we get it free. Chelsea looks at her slime covered, pink arm, then looks at me.
"Rub its throat, my arse."
Entrance Hall – My documentation
Chelsea told me that because I almost let her get eaten by a deranged slimy plant that I have to document everything for her. She tells me that this is the only way that I can make up for it.
So here I am, waiting for James and documenting it.
And still waiting.
And still documenting.
Where is he?
"Hey Lily."
Oh thank Merlin he's here. I was starting to panic. What if he HAD stood me up? Not that he would, obviously, since he's here. Oh right Lily, you're supposed to say 'Hi' back.
"Hi, James."
"Ready?" he asks.
Well, now, that's a very hard question because I don't think I can really walk right now. My legs feel very unstable. Did you HAVE to come here right after you showered so that your hair is all wet and you smell wonderful? But I can't exactly say that, now can I?
"Yes, I'm ready."
Ah yes, so much simpler this way. Ok legs... aaaaand WALK! Very good.
So we're walking and as we make our way through the winding maze of the corridors James takes my hand.
KEEP WALKING LEGS! DON'T COP OUT ON ME NOW!
And breathe. That's right. In…out…in…out…
Oh no. The stomach butterflies are back.
And they still haven't been to Weight Watchers.
"Lily, are you alright? You look kind of pale."
Oh my gawd. Deja vu... just remain calm. He CANNOT see them. We learned this last time.
"Yes, I'm fine."
And so he smiles at me and squeezes my hand.
Which doesn't help.
But I'm not about to complain.
We keep walking and slowly make our way up to the astronomy tower. Everyone's at dinner, so it's empty.
"James, what's so secret about the astronomy tower? Lot's of people come here for etads."
"We're not there yet. And what did you just call this?"
Oh crap.
"I called it a date."
When in doubt. Lie. Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
"No you didn't."
"Yes, I did."
"No you didn't, you called it an 'etad'."
Well Mr. Potter, if you KNEW what I called it then WHY did you ASK?
"I don't know what you're talking about," I say, putting on an air of superiority. James just laughs and squeezes my hand again.
"Come on," he says, "we have to go through here."
He leads me over to a brick wall and taps four times on seven different bricks. Then there's a panel that moves to reveal a walkway on a rampart of the castle.
Chelsea, youwere right. We aren't supposed to be here. It's going to be dangerous and romantic. I can't help but smile.
James is leading me out onto the rampart.
"Ok, now jump."
WHAT! I'm sorry, but that's a little TOO dangerous.
"Excuse me?" I say, panicking
"Come on Lily? Don't you trust me?"
I did…
UNTILL YOU ASKED ME TO JUMP OFF THE BLOODY CASTLE!
But…but James wouldn't let me get hurt, right?
Well, I hope not.
I walk to the edge of the rampart and look over. There's nothing there but some more castle.
Lots of large pointy castle that will impale me when I fall to my doom.
I gulp as I climb up on the edge of the rampart and pray that I'm not about to do something very stupid.
It wouldn't be the first time.
Not that I make a habit of jumping off castles.
I glance down again and then back at James, who is watching me with this funny twinkle in his eyes.
I close my eyes.
And I jump.
And I'm falling.
And I'm swearing very loudly.
And then I land with a loud 'THUMP' in a pile of pillows.
ThankMerlin for pillows.
A second later, James lands beside me.
"You are horrible," I tell him.
He just laughs again.
And then my breath catches in my throat as I look at where we are.
We're sitting on this flat bit of castle that I'm guessing James charmed into appearing empty. From it you can see all the grounds around Hogwarts. And the sun is setting so the sky is pink, shot with gold and amber. I feel a smile creeping up onto my face.
"This is…this is amazing."
"I thought you'd like it. For a moment I was worried you didn't trust me enough to jump."
I smile suavely.
It's all an act. I'm really not suave at all.
I look around the landing that we're on. He's set up a candle lit picnic. The whole landing is surrounded by candles of varying shapes, colours and sizes.
"You know," I said, smirking, "You're lucky I didn't jump too far and land on a candle."
"Oh don't worry. I had Sirius jump off numerous different ways to make sure you couldn't."
I smile and laugh. All that nervousness and tension I felt before?
It's all just slipping away.
Just like that.
"Come on," James is saying, "We should eat."
So we move over to the picnic blanket and he grabs the picnic basket and pulls out two turkey sandwiches complete with miracle whip and cranberry sauce.
I'm going to marry this man.
"How did you know?" I ask.
"Know what?"
"That my favorite sandwich in the whole world is turkey with miracle whip and cranberry sauce?"
"I know a lot of things about you, Lily."
"That's almost stalker-ish, James."
But I could care less because as I say this I'm already biting into the best sandwich in the world.
We eat in comfortable silence.
'Comfortable' meaning wrought with sexual tension.
Well, that's what Chelsea would call it.
I can feel him watching me.
But I shouldn't really talk because I'm watching him as much as he's watching me.
And I feel a blush creep up on my cheeks.
"Now, time for desert," he says, pulling out two slices of fruit flan.
"You, James, are amazing."
"You should thank the house elves. They made it."
"Noted."
And I sit here, munching away my fruit flan with a look of pure ecstasy on my face.
I finish up and I move back over to the pile of pillows to lean back and look up at the sky.
James soon moved over next to me and I leaned against him.
Everything just feels so…natural.
That when I saw the grapes in James' hand.
And I watched in fascination as he took a grape and put it to my lips.
And so I ate it.
He smiled.
Didn't I write about this? Way back on the train?
Albeit in my fantasy James was shirtless and was also fanning me with a palm leaf…but this will do. I giggled.
Oh my. I GIGGLED.
I can't believe I actually giggled.
James smirks and says, "Chelsea told me you'd enjoy this."
I don't know whether I want to hit Chelsea or hug her.
"Except in my fantasy you were also shirtless and fanning me with a palm leaf."
OH MY GAWD.
I slap a hand over my mouth.
James however is smirking.
How could I let that slip out!
HOW?
"Well, that can be arranged."
Did he just say what Ithink he said?
"Except, it's a bit chilly right now for that," he adds.
I hadn't noticed the before. Close proximity to James Potter does that to a girl.
Now that he's mentioned it however, I feel the chill biting at my skin.
I shiver.
"Yeah, it is cold."
I move closer to him, hoping to steal some warmth.
And smell his wonderful smell.
"I can fix that," he says.
He leans down, and when he's mere millimeters away from my lips he pauses.
So what do I do?
I close that frickin' gap because I can't stand it any longer.
And I feel James smile against my lips as he kisses me.
And I obviously kiss him back.
And because I've just remembered why I'm recording all of this when I know that every moment of this night will be seared into my brain for the rest of my life, I'm going to stop documenting, dear Chelsea, and divert my full attention to James.
A/N: Now don't flip out over the last line. This isn't the last chapter. That was just how I felt like ending the chapter. And besides, Lily has a very nice point.
I'm hoping that I'll be able to get the next chapter up later this week… 'Hoping' being the operative word. I still have yet to get my own computer back.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the 'Mush Chapter' as I called it in my head. Oh, and please forgive any typos, I've tried to catch them all…
Don't forget to review! (And enjoy your magical silver pixie dust!)