A/N: okay.. since the bold and italic I insert never shows in fanfiction, I
have changed the thoughts symbol which is usually * *, is now if there
is ever the Third Person's POV. And emphasis on the words will be shown by
the * *. Thanks for your time. :)
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Love, An Admirer
Written by missy-a
Chapter 8 : Hogsmeade Weekend and A Little Lovers' Quarrel
~*~*~Lily's POV~*~*~
Ever since my meeting with James by the lake that morning, we seem to have encounters once in a while. I felt warm whenever he was around, and it scared me.
How far will this go on?
How far *can* this go on?
And what will happen, if I *can't* control it?
I couldn't fool myself any longer - if this, infatuation, or whatever you call it, keeps going on, I'd soon find my self falling in love.
And *that*, my friends, isn't exactly the best thing to happen.
Finally, I thought that maybe I should go out more often. Go to Hogsmeade (sp?) more often. I guess I can start by going to Hogsmeade this weekend, as I still have to shop for a dress to go to the ball.
The Ball.
Why, oh why, dear lord, did I have to accept the invitation to the Christmas Ball, when I knew it would result me, poor helpless Lily Evans, to fall even more for James Potter.
But I can't turn back now. All I have to do is just wait for another few days, go to the ball with him, and pour my eyes out once I see him dancing and escorting Carissa Andrews to the Ravenclaw Tower, leaving me behind. Sure, getting past that is going to be a piece of cake.
I sighed softly.
I walked down the staircase leading to the Gryffindor Common Room aimlessly, not knowing where I was going.
Finally I bumped into someone, which is none other than -
'Oh, hi Lily! How's your Herbology coming along?' said a cheerful melodious voice.
Carissa Andrews.
I didn't have the heart to turn around and scowl at her, had she only been nice to me all these years.
'Hello, Carissa. It's fine, thank you for your help. Sorry for bumping into you.'
'Oh no, no. It's perfectly all right. Say Lily, who are you going to the ball with?'
'Me? James. But we're just going as friends.'
Friends... Could James and I *ever* turn out to be more than "just friends"?
'Oh... James Potter, you mean?'
'Yes,' I chuckled. 'The one and only. How about you?'
She reddened. God knows why. 'I'm going with Kurt Randall. You're very lucky to go to the ball with James, you know.' She winked at me.
'Why do you say that?'
'Well Lily, he and not forgetting the wonderful Marauders', are the most sought after guys in school.'
True, true. But I just rolled my eyes.
'That title's kinda sickening, y'know. You should have seen the amount of girls trying to get into the Gryffindor Common Room, *just* to see James! And to make matters worse, he was enjoying *every* second of it.'
Both of us just smiled.
'Anyway, I've got to go. I'm going to Hogsmeade soon.'
'Yeah, me too. See you in the Three Broomsticks, Lily!'
'Bye, Carissa.'
I sighed as she walked away. Could I ever be as beautiful as Carissa? Could I ever be as sweet as Carissa? Could I ever be as nice as Carissa? Could I ever *be* Carissa?
That was a definite no.
She had guys flocking all around her.
And me? The only "guys flocking around me" are the Marauders and a few other people, and that is *definitely* not called flocking. They're just a couple of guys who are nice enough to befriend a social outcast like myself.
Okay, so I'm not a total social outcast. I just don't really socialize with many people, cause I'm a very quiet person.
And well, I have to thank the Marauders A LOT. They have opened me up a lot - well, mainly James.
As I headed into the Gryffindor Common Room, I caught a glimpse of messy ruffled black hair, that was dampened and wet by sweat.
It must be James coming back from Quidditch Practice.
'Hey, Lily!'
'Hullo, James. Just came back from Quidditch?'
He grinned and said, 'Yeah. You going to Hogsmeade later?'
'Definitely. I have to shop for new robes for the ball. I've saved up lots of money for it.' I tried my best to not make it sound as if I were poor.
'Don't worry, Lily. Let me treat you the robes, for cooperating with me in Charms, and getting an A, without going crazy.'
It was a known fact that James parents were very rich people, with pockets overflowing with galleons.
'No, it's okay. And whoever said I didn't go crazy? Besides, I don't need your charity.'
I thought I saw a flash of hurt on his face, so I quickly rephrased it. 'I don't mean it in that way, James. I mean - it's okay.' I just smiled warmly at him. 'Thanks for the offer anyway. That's very - sweet of you.'
'No, no, I insist!'
'No... I can't. I don't have the heart to.'
James heaved a sigh of frustration and ran his hand through his hair. 'Okay then. But, see you in Three Broomsticks, aight? At *least* let me treat you to butterbeer!'
'Of course, James. See you then.'
~*~*~Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Hogsmeade~*~*~
~*~*~Third Person's POV~*~*~
'Thank *god* they decided to build a Madam Malkin's outlet in Hogsmeade. Imagine, going *all* the way to Diagon Alley, just to get robes?' said Fiona, while pushing the door open leading to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, and a soft "ting-a-ling" was heard - even with no bell or censor rays (like *that* was invented during their time) in sight.
She went in and was followed by Jemima and Lily.
'It's more convenient, yes. But I would have been as happy as the happiest woman in the Wizarding World if they didn't,' said Jemima.
Fiona turned to look at Jemima, 'Why on earth would you say that? If they didn't, I wouldn't be able to buy robes for the ball! Imagine what Jer would say?'
'Oh, so it's Jer, now is it?' Jemima said, while smirking.
'So what?' Fiona insisted, *trying* to be oblivious to the fact that there was a red tint on her cheeks.
Quiet Lily just watched in amusement as her two best friends bickered.
'Next, it will be Jer-poo, and who knows what's next? *Jer sweetie*!' Jemima said with a shrill voice, battling her eyelashes.
'Oh shut up!' said a very pink Fiona. 'Why are you so pissed about getting robes anyway?'
'Black had to corner me, and he refused to stop following me, unless I agree to accompany him to the Ball.'
'That's a classic!' Lily finally butted in.
'If I hadn't know any better, I'd say Black fancies you!' said Fiona.
But Jemima just rolled her eyes. 'No, Fi dear. He's just doing that to make the best night of my life, a living hell.' She muttered.
Fiona chose to ignore the answer and just continued, 'And, if my name isn't Fiona Isabelle Caldwell, I'd say you fancy Black!'
Again, Jemima just rolled her eyes, even though her cheeks were slight pinkish, but luckily, no one noticed. Or so she thought.
'Anyway, come on then Lily! We *have* to choose elegant robes for your ickie Jamesie-poo!'
'Come on, Fi! We're just going as friends...' Lily said gloomily.
'Friends, or no friends - who cares? Come on then - we have to get something that will make you look simple - yet unique!'
'Here we go - Lord of the Fashion, Miss Fiona Caldwell herself,' Jemima muttered.
After twenty robe try-on's, three screams and a fight later, Fiona got a beautiful genuine mood robe which changed colours to match her mood; Jemima got a simple navy blue robe that matched her clear icy blue eyes and dirty blond hair, but it changes tones once in a while; and Lily? Well, she set her eyes on this robe that was on display.
It was a beautiful elegant jade green robe, that matched her vivid jade eyes that sparkled whenever she was excited. The end of its sleeves was triangular (a/n: think of mcgonagall's sleeve that can be seen at harry potter 1 movie, before the sorting, you can see her hand first, then it slowly zooms up to her face.) and it fitted her perfectly, it wasn't too tight, yet it wasn't too baggy. Well, in other words, it was just perfect.
And the only problem was - all robes on display aren't on sale, and cost a bomb. The others looked horrible on her, none of them matched or suited her at all, and well, she just decided to buy one next week - so that she can make up her mind on which to buy.
'Um... You go on first, Jem, Fi. I - I'll join you two later at the Three Broomsticks'.' said Lily, still admiring the green robes.
'Alright then, Lily.' said Fiona.
Fiona and Jemima just whispered amongst themselves and then finally turned to talk to Lily, 'Lils, we don't mind buying the robes for you, you know. That's what friends are for!'
'No, no, it's okay. I - I'll just settle for one next week. I won't buy any this week. You go on to the Three Broomsticks'.
Both of them sighed, just waved and left.
Lily, whom still couldn't take her eyes off the display, just asked the sales assistant if she could try it again.
The young woman just smiled and nodded.
Lily tried it on again and admired herself at the long mirror outside, not knowing a certain someone was watching her. (a/n: no, it isn't the same guy/gurl (hehehe) who was looking at her at the classroom, she's not being stalked! This is someone else.)
She just looked at the price tag again, sighed, and just changed back.
She thanked the sales assistant again, and left.
Lily met up with Jemima and Fiona, and it turned out that they shared a table with the Marauders'.
She nearly laughed as she saw Jemima's frown.
But...
One... Two... Three... There's only three of them! I wonder where's James... was what Lily thought.
And to answer Lily, James finally arrived - and it seemed as if he was panting.
And to Lily's curiosity, James was carrying a parcel with him...
'*pant* Sorry guys! *pant* I was caught up - *pant* looking at the new *pant* broom they just *pant* brought in!'
And suddenly, as if on cue, all four of the Marauders - including Dennis Front and Walter Reese - struck up a heated conversation, not excluding any details about the new broomstick on sale - the Thunderbolt 1000.
(a/n: lame name, I know.. *sigh* who ever said creating broomstick's names were easy and that I was creative?)
All three of the girls - Lily, Jemima and Fiona - just muttered, 'Boys.'
As they finished their conversation about none other than *just* brooms, as put by Jemima - "I beg to differ!" shouted Sirius - James ordered butterbeers for everyone.
'It's on me!' James clearly stated, when Remus was offering to pay.
They were all talking about the ball.
'So Remus,' Lily asked. 'Who are you going with?'
'Me?' Remus turned pink. 'I - well - '
'Aww... Don't tell me Remmie-boy, - one of the Marauders' might I add - is too *afraid* to admit he's going stag?' said Sirius.
'I -' Remus tried to say.
'Well at least he, didn't have to *force* someone to go to the ball with him, like someone *I* know,' Jemima lazily added, while smirking.
'I, well -' said poor Remus.
Sirius' cheek went red, but quickly said, 'Well, that *person* didn't have to say yes to the person who asked her to the ball. That *person* could have just slapped the other *person*, and could have gotten away!'
While a soon to be quarrel was going on, a confused Peter whispered to James, 'Prongs, I'm getting confused with all these persons they're saying. Which is which?'
James looked at his dear, dear, friend, and just shook his head. 'Nevermind that, Wormtail.'
And poor Remus, who was trying to say something, again, failed.
Finally, as Jemima's and Sirius' voices were crescendo, Remus finally shouted, 'ALRIGHT YOU TWO! IF YOU WANT TO KNOW, I'M GAY AND HAVE BEEN THAT WAY EVER SINCE I MET YOU THREE!'
Suddenly, all eight of them - including the whole bar - turned to look at Remus, who was breathing in and out, slowly.
(a/n: MWAHAHAHHAHAHAh! I was laughing my a$$ off as I typed Remus' outburst..!! I still am, though..! *subsides laughter* Phew! Anyway, no, I wouldn't leave Remus swinging *that* way. And yes, I AM going to retype it. Heheheh...! This is so much fun!)
While a soon to be quarrel was going on, a confused Peter whispered to James, 'Prongs, I'm getting confused with all these persons they're saying. Which is which?'
James looked at his dear, dear, friend, and just shook his head. 'Nevermind that, Wormtail.'
And poor Remus, who was trying to say something, failed.
Finally, as Jemima's and Sirius' voices were getting crescendo, Remus finally shouted, 'STOP!'
Jemima and Sirius turned to look at Remus, who was trying to get their attention.
'If you want to know, I'm going with Piper Valentine,' Remus said softly.
At once, Sirius, James, Peter, Dennis and Walters jaws dropped.
Even Lily, Jemima and Fiona were shocked.
'You, are going with the 7th Year Piper Valentine? *The* Piper Valentine?' asked Dennis.
'Yes, I am.'
'Well done, ol' chap!'
Sirius, James, Peter, Dennis and Walter shook hands with Remus, with some say 'Congrats,' or 'Well done!' or even 'I never knew you had it in you, Moony!' and even, 'My, my, Remmy! I never knew you were going after older women now!'
Remus glared at him.
'How did you do it?' Peter enquired.
'I didn't do anything...' Remus sighed. He ran a hand through his hair. 'I just bumped into her one day and helped her to get up. Then, she just popped the question.'
'So what? She's just another girl,' puffed Emily Hart, a nice Ravenclaw girl who sat with Lily in Potions, who was also friendly with the Marauders (and who seemed to fancy Remus.)
(a/n: okay, so I decided to create a new character for fun.. don't sue me for doing so!!)
'I beg your pardon? Did you just say, she's *just* a girl? She's not *just* a girl, she's Piper Valentine! *The* Piper Valentine! The most popular girl in school, *and* most sought after girl! *And*, she's a seventh year! Sevvies hardly date us sixers! Well they do at times... Well, quite often... But that's not the point! The point is, Moony here is going to the ball with *the* Piper Valentine!' explained the rather red Peter from saying everything in one breath.
'Hi there. I couldn't help but overhear, and realised that you all are conversing about me?' said a rather sickly sweet voice - Piper Valentine herself, suddenly appearing behind them.
'Hello Remus... James, Sirius, Peter. Umm... And 6 other sixth years... What *were* you talking about?' Piper asked, battling her perfectly curled eyelashes, and twirling a few strands of strawberry blonde hair.
'N-N-Nothing, P-Piper...' stuttered Peter.
'Very well then... I guess I'd better be on my way.' With her tone suddenly softening, 'See you later, Remus...'
As soon as she was out of earshot, Emily muttered, while battling her eyelashes, 'See you later, Remus... It's sick, I tell you!'
Jemima, Lily and Fiona looked at her with the "It's-so-obvious" look and Emily quickly kept quiet.
Thank god none of them noticed.
'Did you say something, Em?' asked Remus.
'Uh... No.' She just smiled.
Everyone just conversed like normal, and waited till it was curfew, and returned to Hogwarts.
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Author's Note: Hi y'all! Sorry for the long wait! Since skool juz started and all. and I had this REALLY nasty writer's block.. *CURSE BLOCK CURSE BLOCK* anyway.. sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the others. Tried my best to please y'all!
But I did haf fun writing this one.. :P
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Love, An Admirer
Written by missy-a
Chapter 8 : Hogsmeade Weekend and A Little Lovers' Quarrel
~*~*~Lily's POV~*~*~
Ever since my meeting with James by the lake that morning, we seem to have encounters once in a while. I felt warm whenever he was around, and it scared me.
How far will this go on?
How far *can* this go on?
And what will happen, if I *can't* control it?
I couldn't fool myself any longer - if this, infatuation, or whatever you call it, keeps going on, I'd soon find my self falling in love.
And *that*, my friends, isn't exactly the best thing to happen.
Finally, I thought that maybe I should go out more often. Go to Hogsmeade (sp?) more often. I guess I can start by going to Hogsmeade this weekend, as I still have to shop for a dress to go to the ball.
The Ball.
Why, oh why, dear lord, did I have to accept the invitation to the Christmas Ball, when I knew it would result me, poor helpless Lily Evans, to fall even more for James Potter.
But I can't turn back now. All I have to do is just wait for another few days, go to the ball with him, and pour my eyes out once I see him dancing and escorting Carissa Andrews to the Ravenclaw Tower, leaving me behind. Sure, getting past that is going to be a piece of cake.
I sighed softly.
I walked down the staircase leading to the Gryffindor Common Room aimlessly, not knowing where I was going.
Finally I bumped into someone, which is none other than -
'Oh, hi Lily! How's your Herbology coming along?' said a cheerful melodious voice.
Carissa Andrews.
I didn't have the heart to turn around and scowl at her, had she only been nice to me all these years.
'Hello, Carissa. It's fine, thank you for your help. Sorry for bumping into you.'
'Oh no, no. It's perfectly all right. Say Lily, who are you going to the ball with?'
'Me? James. But we're just going as friends.'
Friends... Could James and I *ever* turn out to be more than "just friends"?
'Oh... James Potter, you mean?'
'Yes,' I chuckled. 'The one and only. How about you?'
She reddened. God knows why. 'I'm going with Kurt Randall. You're very lucky to go to the ball with James, you know.' She winked at me.
'Why do you say that?'
'Well Lily, he and not forgetting the wonderful Marauders', are the most sought after guys in school.'
True, true. But I just rolled my eyes.
'That title's kinda sickening, y'know. You should have seen the amount of girls trying to get into the Gryffindor Common Room, *just* to see James! And to make matters worse, he was enjoying *every* second of it.'
Both of us just smiled.
'Anyway, I've got to go. I'm going to Hogsmeade soon.'
'Yeah, me too. See you in the Three Broomsticks, Lily!'
'Bye, Carissa.'
I sighed as she walked away. Could I ever be as beautiful as Carissa? Could I ever be as sweet as Carissa? Could I ever be as nice as Carissa? Could I ever *be* Carissa?
That was a definite no.
She had guys flocking all around her.
And me? The only "guys flocking around me" are the Marauders and a few other people, and that is *definitely* not called flocking. They're just a couple of guys who are nice enough to befriend a social outcast like myself.
Okay, so I'm not a total social outcast. I just don't really socialize with many people, cause I'm a very quiet person.
And well, I have to thank the Marauders A LOT. They have opened me up a lot - well, mainly James.
As I headed into the Gryffindor Common Room, I caught a glimpse of messy ruffled black hair, that was dampened and wet by sweat.
It must be James coming back from Quidditch Practice.
'Hey, Lily!'
'Hullo, James. Just came back from Quidditch?'
He grinned and said, 'Yeah. You going to Hogsmeade later?'
'Definitely. I have to shop for new robes for the ball. I've saved up lots of money for it.' I tried my best to not make it sound as if I were poor.
'Don't worry, Lily. Let me treat you the robes, for cooperating with me in Charms, and getting an A, without going crazy.'
It was a known fact that James parents were very rich people, with pockets overflowing with galleons.
'No, it's okay. And whoever said I didn't go crazy? Besides, I don't need your charity.'
I thought I saw a flash of hurt on his face, so I quickly rephrased it. 'I don't mean it in that way, James. I mean - it's okay.' I just smiled warmly at him. 'Thanks for the offer anyway. That's very - sweet of you.'
'No, no, I insist!'
'No... I can't. I don't have the heart to.'
James heaved a sigh of frustration and ran his hand through his hair. 'Okay then. But, see you in Three Broomsticks, aight? At *least* let me treat you to butterbeer!'
'Of course, James. See you then.'
~*~*~Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Hogsmeade~*~*~
~*~*~Third Person's POV~*~*~
'Thank *god* they decided to build a Madam Malkin's outlet in Hogsmeade. Imagine, going *all* the way to Diagon Alley, just to get robes?' said Fiona, while pushing the door open leading to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, and a soft "ting-a-ling" was heard - even with no bell or censor rays (like *that* was invented during their time) in sight.
She went in and was followed by Jemima and Lily.
'It's more convenient, yes. But I would have been as happy as the happiest woman in the Wizarding World if they didn't,' said Jemima.
Fiona turned to look at Jemima, 'Why on earth would you say that? If they didn't, I wouldn't be able to buy robes for the ball! Imagine what Jer would say?'
'Oh, so it's Jer, now is it?' Jemima said, while smirking.
'So what?' Fiona insisted, *trying* to be oblivious to the fact that there was a red tint on her cheeks.
Quiet Lily just watched in amusement as her two best friends bickered.
'Next, it will be Jer-poo, and who knows what's next? *Jer sweetie*!' Jemima said with a shrill voice, battling her eyelashes.
'Oh shut up!' said a very pink Fiona. 'Why are you so pissed about getting robes anyway?'
'Black had to corner me, and he refused to stop following me, unless I agree to accompany him to the Ball.'
'That's a classic!' Lily finally butted in.
'If I hadn't know any better, I'd say Black fancies you!' said Fiona.
But Jemima just rolled her eyes. 'No, Fi dear. He's just doing that to make the best night of my life, a living hell.' She muttered.
Fiona chose to ignore the answer and just continued, 'And, if my name isn't Fiona Isabelle Caldwell, I'd say you fancy Black!'
Again, Jemima just rolled her eyes, even though her cheeks were slight pinkish, but luckily, no one noticed. Or so she thought.
'Anyway, come on then Lily! We *have* to choose elegant robes for your ickie Jamesie-poo!'
'Come on, Fi! We're just going as friends...' Lily said gloomily.
'Friends, or no friends - who cares? Come on then - we have to get something that will make you look simple - yet unique!'
'Here we go - Lord of the Fashion, Miss Fiona Caldwell herself,' Jemima muttered.
After twenty robe try-on's, three screams and a fight later, Fiona got a beautiful genuine mood robe which changed colours to match her mood; Jemima got a simple navy blue robe that matched her clear icy blue eyes and dirty blond hair, but it changes tones once in a while; and Lily? Well, she set her eyes on this robe that was on display.
It was a beautiful elegant jade green robe, that matched her vivid jade eyes that sparkled whenever she was excited. The end of its sleeves was triangular (a/n: think of mcgonagall's sleeve that can be seen at harry potter 1 movie, before the sorting, you can see her hand first, then it slowly zooms up to her face.) and it fitted her perfectly, it wasn't too tight, yet it wasn't too baggy. Well, in other words, it was just perfect.
And the only problem was - all robes on display aren't on sale, and cost a bomb. The others looked horrible on her, none of them matched or suited her at all, and well, she just decided to buy one next week - so that she can make up her mind on which to buy.
'Um... You go on first, Jem, Fi. I - I'll join you two later at the Three Broomsticks'.' said Lily, still admiring the green robes.
'Alright then, Lily.' said Fiona.
Fiona and Jemima just whispered amongst themselves and then finally turned to talk to Lily, 'Lils, we don't mind buying the robes for you, you know. That's what friends are for!'
'No, no, it's okay. I - I'll just settle for one next week. I won't buy any this week. You go on to the Three Broomsticks'.
Both of them sighed, just waved and left.
Lily, whom still couldn't take her eyes off the display, just asked the sales assistant if she could try it again.
The young woman just smiled and nodded.
Lily tried it on again and admired herself at the long mirror outside, not knowing a certain someone was watching her. (a/n: no, it isn't the same guy/gurl (hehehe) who was looking at her at the classroom, she's not being stalked! This is someone else.)
She just looked at the price tag again, sighed, and just changed back.
She thanked the sales assistant again, and left.
Lily met up with Jemima and Fiona, and it turned out that they shared a table with the Marauders'.
She nearly laughed as she saw Jemima's frown.
But...
One... Two... Three... There's only three of them! I wonder where's James... was what Lily thought.
And to answer Lily, James finally arrived - and it seemed as if he was panting.
And to Lily's curiosity, James was carrying a parcel with him...
'*pant* Sorry guys! *pant* I was caught up - *pant* looking at the new *pant* broom they just *pant* brought in!'
And suddenly, as if on cue, all four of the Marauders - including Dennis Front and Walter Reese - struck up a heated conversation, not excluding any details about the new broomstick on sale - the Thunderbolt 1000.
(a/n: lame name, I know.. *sigh* who ever said creating broomstick's names were easy and that I was creative?)
All three of the girls - Lily, Jemima and Fiona - just muttered, 'Boys.'
As they finished their conversation about none other than *just* brooms, as put by Jemima - "I beg to differ!" shouted Sirius - James ordered butterbeers for everyone.
'It's on me!' James clearly stated, when Remus was offering to pay.
They were all talking about the ball.
'So Remus,' Lily asked. 'Who are you going with?'
'Me?' Remus turned pink. 'I - well - '
'Aww... Don't tell me Remmie-boy, - one of the Marauders' might I add - is too *afraid* to admit he's going stag?' said Sirius.
'I -' Remus tried to say.
'Well at least he, didn't have to *force* someone to go to the ball with him, like someone *I* know,' Jemima lazily added, while smirking.
'I, well -' said poor Remus.
Sirius' cheek went red, but quickly said, 'Well, that *person* didn't have to say yes to the person who asked her to the ball. That *person* could have just slapped the other *person*, and could have gotten away!'
While a soon to be quarrel was going on, a confused Peter whispered to James, 'Prongs, I'm getting confused with all these persons they're saying. Which is which?'
James looked at his dear, dear, friend, and just shook his head. 'Nevermind that, Wormtail.'
And poor Remus, who was trying to say something, again, failed.
Finally, as Jemima's and Sirius' voices were crescendo, Remus finally shouted, 'ALRIGHT YOU TWO! IF YOU WANT TO KNOW, I'M GAY AND HAVE BEEN THAT WAY EVER SINCE I MET YOU THREE!'
Suddenly, all eight of them - including the whole bar - turned to look at Remus, who was breathing in and out, slowly.
(a/n: MWAHAHAHHAHAHAh! I was laughing my a$$ off as I typed Remus' outburst..!! I still am, though..! *subsides laughter* Phew! Anyway, no, I wouldn't leave Remus swinging *that* way. And yes, I AM going to retype it. Heheheh...! This is so much fun!)
While a soon to be quarrel was going on, a confused Peter whispered to James, 'Prongs, I'm getting confused with all these persons they're saying. Which is which?'
James looked at his dear, dear, friend, and just shook his head. 'Nevermind that, Wormtail.'
And poor Remus, who was trying to say something, failed.
Finally, as Jemima's and Sirius' voices were getting crescendo, Remus finally shouted, 'STOP!'
Jemima and Sirius turned to look at Remus, who was trying to get their attention.
'If you want to know, I'm going with Piper Valentine,' Remus said softly.
At once, Sirius, James, Peter, Dennis and Walters jaws dropped.
Even Lily, Jemima and Fiona were shocked.
'You, are going with the 7th Year Piper Valentine? *The* Piper Valentine?' asked Dennis.
'Yes, I am.'
'Well done, ol' chap!'
Sirius, James, Peter, Dennis and Walter shook hands with Remus, with some say 'Congrats,' or 'Well done!' or even 'I never knew you had it in you, Moony!' and even, 'My, my, Remmy! I never knew you were going after older women now!'
Remus glared at him.
'How did you do it?' Peter enquired.
'I didn't do anything...' Remus sighed. He ran a hand through his hair. 'I just bumped into her one day and helped her to get up. Then, she just popped the question.'
'So what? She's just another girl,' puffed Emily Hart, a nice Ravenclaw girl who sat with Lily in Potions, who was also friendly with the Marauders (and who seemed to fancy Remus.)
(a/n: okay, so I decided to create a new character for fun.. don't sue me for doing so!!)
'I beg your pardon? Did you just say, she's *just* a girl? She's not *just* a girl, she's Piper Valentine! *The* Piper Valentine! The most popular girl in school, *and* most sought after girl! *And*, she's a seventh year! Sevvies hardly date us sixers! Well they do at times... Well, quite often... But that's not the point! The point is, Moony here is going to the ball with *the* Piper Valentine!' explained the rather red Peter from saying everything in one breath.
'Hi there. I couldn't help but overhear, and realised that you all are conversing about me?' said a rather sickly sweet voice - Piper Valentine herself, suddenly appearing behind them.
'Hello Remus... James, Sirius, Peter. Umm... And 6 other sixth years... What *were* you talking about?' Piper asked, battling her perfectly curled eyelashes, and twirling a few strands of strawberry blonde hair.
'N-N-Nothing, P-Piper...' stuttered Peter.
'Very well then... I guess I'd better be on my way.' With her tone suddenly softening, 'See you later, Remus...'
As soon as she was out of earshot, Emily muttered, while battling her eyelashes, 'See you later, Remus... It's sick, I tell you!'
Jemima, Lily and Fiona looked at her with the "It's-so-obvious" look and Emily quickly kept quiet.
Thank god none of them noticed.
'Did you say something, Em?' asked Remus.
'Uh... No.' She just smiled.
Everyone just conversed like normal, and waited till it was curfew, and returned to Hogwarts.
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Author's Note: Hi y'all! Sorry for the long wait! Since skool juz started and all. and I had this REALLY nasty writer's block.. *CURSE BLOCK CURSE BLOCK* anyway.. sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the others. Tried my best to please y'all!
But I did haf fun writing this one.. :P
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