a/n: Just so you know, even though it is probably totally irrelevant to
your lives, Bree* is a fantastic person. Even though she will probably
never read this fic, I want her to know that we all love her very much.
Also, James is a chaser in these works. I know that in the movie that it said that he was a chaser, but before it was released, Joanne Rowling said that he was a chaser. I know that doesn't explain the whole thing with him stealing the snitch and all, but oh well. If you want him being a seeker, you can go read another fic.
Thankyou Jules for reading this, and in honor of that, this chapter is dedicated to you (even though it has fluff).
Also, Sirius used the excuse "I have to go to Quidditch" to get out of there, but it wasn't time for Quidditch yet. Quidditch started later.
And on with the story.
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The whistle blew. Sirius had called time out. James had just missed another goal. The Gryffindor team flew together into a tight circle.
"This is pathetic, guys!" yelled Sirius. "Not only are we losing 30 to 190, we are losing 30 to 190 to Slytherin! Get your mind on the game, guys!" As Sirius said this, he looked over at James, who was positively white. "James, come here for a minute." Sirius flew away from the huddle until they weren't within earshot of the others.
"James, stop thinking about Lily, and start thinking about playing Quidditch. You know this team depends on you as a chaser! I've been working my arse off to get you the ball, but you don't seem to want the ball like you usually do. Look, mate," he said, slinging an arm around James' shoulders. "If you can't stop thinking about her, think about how you're gonna win the game for her. Is that okay?"
"Yeah." James said, shaking his head. "Yeah. Thanks mate, I needed that." They smiled at each other.
"Team!" James yelled out. "Lets play some Quidditch!"
The Slytherin team didn't score for the rest of the match, and the Gryffindor team broke the school record for the highest team score ever. 870 to 190.
James gave the performance of his life.
******
Lily cheered with the rest of the Gryffindors as Emmeline Vance pulled out of her steep dive, the golden snitch clutched tightly in her hand. She turned her gaze to James, who was descending gracefully to embrace his fellow Gryffindors. He turned and scanned the crowd, as though looking for someone.
His hazel eyes found hers and stopped. He smiled, almost nervously at her. She smiled back, blushing. He winked, then turned and ran over to congratulate Emmeline on yet another fantastic catch.
Lily found herself scared and nervous. It was only a matter of minutes before the Quidditch stadium emptied.
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James' heart leapt into his mouth when he saw Lily watching him. Luckily, James Potter's natural charm went into autopilot. A quick smile and a wink, you know, the usual, and then he turned to congratulate Emmeline. He heard words coming out of his mouth when he talked to people, but he really had no idea what he was saying. His mind was reeling with thoughts of what was going to happen after everyone else left.
He walked with his team into the changerooms, telling them that they had best get off to the common room to help set up for the celebration party. Sirius nipped off to the kitchens to see what he could scam off the house elves. James sighed and sank to the floor, his back resting on the wall. Slowly everyone left, until he couldn't hear the Gryffindors singing anymore.
Slowly, James got up, and walked through the door leading to the Quidditch pitch. Lily was standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch, shivering. The sun was setting quickly, and in the brilliant orange light, Lily's hair shone, making her look somewhat angelic. Slowly, James made his way over to her. He stopped when they were not even three feet apart.
"Hey." He muttered, not meeting her eyes.
"Hi James." she stepped closer to him. "I-"
"I'm sorry." James interrupted. "It's just that I was-"
"Sirius told me." cut in Lily. "It's okay." She added when he looked at her scared. "I don't mind. Actually I've thought about it and I'm glad you pulled away. I would have regretted not having the time to think about my feelings for you properly. So thankyou James. For being a good friend."
Lily stepped in so that their faces were only inches apart.
"I was hoping," she whispered, "That now we could be more than friends. If that's what you want."
There was the famous James Potter charming smile. He nodded, almost nervously.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I think I owe you a kiss, don't you?"
"You bet!" Said Lily. James pulled back, then he leaned in and kissed her gently.
He was surprised when she kissed him back hard. It wasn't her style. (He had heard this from Remus, who had heard it from one of his other friends who went out with Lily for a while). Anyway, he had always thought of Lily as the timid, conservative type. He was even more surprised when she deepened the kiss. Usually it was him who made the first moves.
They must have been there a while, because when they finally broke the kiss, the sun had almost completely set. The full moon cast an eerie glow over the stadium.
"I'd better go, Lily. The team will be wanting me." James whispered in her ear.
"Yeah." She said, looking at the ground. "Yeah. I'll meet you at the party." She tugged on his sleeve. "I always liked you in your Quidditch uniform." She said, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
James took a step back, a puzzled look on his face. "But - but you always hated me when I played Quidditch!"
She punched him on the shoulder. "Shut up, James, and take the compliment! I've got to go now, anyway." She gave him one last kiss, and then turned around and walked towards the castle.
James stood there for a second before practically skipping towards the changerooms.
Then he stopped, and took in what had just happened. He had really kissed Lily.
Lily was almost at the edge of the Quidditch pitch. She had fallen into the shadow of the stadium when she turned around to look at James one last time. He was nearly in the changerooms when a burst of emerald light shot out of the shadows and hit him. His knees crumpled underneath him and he fell forwards onto his knees.
"JAMES!" Lily screamed at the top of her voice. When there was no response, she started sprinting towards his fallen figure. She was about half way there when she thought she saw a flash of green in the shadows.
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a/n: Sorry about the cliffy, guys! I will update tomorrow! This was supposed to be posted yesterday, except I couldn't get onto the computer.
Many thanks to all of my reviewers. You are all very appreciated, and I read all of your comments with an open mind, and your suggestions have brought ideas.
Got to go now.
Kimberly.
Also, James is a chaser in these works. I know that in the movie that it said that he was a chaser, but before it was released, Joanne Rowling said that he was a chaser. I know that doesn't explain the whole thing with him stealing the snitch and all, but oh well. If you want him being a seeker, you can go read another fic.
Thankyou Jules for reading this, and in honor of that, this chapter is dedicated to you (even though it has fluff).
Also, Sirius used the excuse "I have to go to Quidditch" to get out of there, but it wasn't time for Quidditch yet. Quidditch started later.
And on with the story.
******
The whistle blew. Sirius had called time out. James had just missed another goal. The Gryffindor team flew together into a tight circle.
"This is pathetic, guys!" yelled Sirius. "Not only are we losing 30 to 190, we are losing 30 to 190 to Slytherin! Get your mind on the game, guys!" As Sirius said this, he looked over at James, who was positively white. "James, come here for a minute." Sirius flew away from the huddle until they weren't within earshot of the others.
"James, stop thinking about Lily, and start thinking about playing Quidditch. You know this team depends on you as a chaser! I've been working my arse off to get you the ball, but you don't seem to want the ball like you usually do. Look, mate," he said, slinging an arm around James' shoulders. "If you can't stop thinking about her, think about how you're gonna win the game for her. Is that okay?"
"Yeah." James said, shaking his head. "Yeah. Thanks mate, I needed that." They smiled at each other.
"Team!" James yelled out. "Lets play some Quidditch!"
The Slytherin team didn't score for the rest of the match, and the Gryffindor team broke the school record for the highest team score ever. 870 to 190.
James gave the performance of his life.
******
Lily cheered with the rest of the Gryffindors as Emmeline Vance pulled out of her steep dive, the golden snitch clutched tightly in her hand. She turned her gaze to James, who was descending gracefully to embrace his fellow Gryffindors. He turned and scanned the crowd, as though looking for someone.
His hazel eyes found hers and stopped. He smiled, almost nervously at her. She smiled back, blushing. He winked, then turned and ran over to congratulate Emmeline on yet another fantastic catch.
Lily found herself scared and nervous. It was only a matter of minutes before the Quidditch stadium emptied.
******
James' heart leapt into his mouth when he saw Lily watching him. Luckily, James Potter's natural charm went into autopilot. A quick smile and a wink, you know, the usual, and then he turned to congratulate Emmeline. He heard words coming out of his mouth when he talked to people, but he really had no idea what he was saying. His mind was reeling with thoughts of what was going to happen after everyone else left.
He walked with his team into the changerooms, telling them that they had best get off to the common room to help set up for the celebration party. Sirius nipped off to the kitchens to see what he could scam off the house elves. James sighed and sank to the floor, his back resting on the wall. Slowly everyone left, until he couldn't hear the Gryffindors singing anymore.
Slowly, James got up, and walked through the door leading to the Quidditch pitch. Lily was standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch, shivering. The sun was setting quickly, and in the brilliant orange light, Lily's hair shone, making her look somewhat angelic. Slowly, James made his way over to her. He stopped when they were not even three feet apart.
"Hey." He muttered, not meeting her eyes.
"Hi James." she stepped closer to him. "I-"
"I'm sorry." James interrupted. "It's just that I was-"
"Sirius told me." cut in Lily. "It's okay." She added when he looked at her scared. "I don't mind. Actually I've thought about it and I'm glad you pulled away. I would have regretted not having the time to think about my feelings for you properly. So thankyou James. For being a good friend."
Lily stepped in so that their faces were only inches apart.
"I was hoping," she whispered, "That now we could be more than friends. If that's what you want."
There was the famous James Potter charming smile. He nodded, almost nervously.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I think I owe you a kiss, don't you?"
"You bet!" Said Lily. James pulled back, then he leaned in and kissed her gently.
He was surprised when she kissed him back hard. It wasn't her style. (He had heard this from Remus, who had heard it from one of his other friends who went out with Lily for a while). Anyway, he had always thought of Lily as the timid, conservative type. He was even more surprised when she deepened the kiss. Usually it was him who made the first moves.
They must have been there a while, because when they finally broke the kiss, the sun had almost completely set. The full moon cast an eerie glow over the stadium.
"I'd better go, Lily. The team will be wanting me." James whispered in her ear.
"Yeah." She said, looking at the ground. "Yeah. I'll meet you at the party." She tugged on his sleeve. "I always liked you in your Quidditch uniform." She said, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
James took a step back, a puzzled look on his face. "But - but you always hated me when I played Quidditch!"
She punched him on the shoulder. "Shut up, James, and take the compliment! I've got to go now, anyway." She gave him one last kiss, and then turned around and walked towards the castle.
James stood there for a second before practically skipping towards the changerooms.
Then he stopped, and took in what had just happened. He had really kissed Lily.
Lily was almost at the edge of the Quidditch pitch. She had fallen into the shadow of the stadium when she turned around to look at James one last time. He was nearly in the changerooms when a burst of emerald light shot out of the shadows and hit him. His knees crumpled underneath him and he fell forwards onto his knees.
"JAMES!" Lily screamed at the top of her voice. When there was no response, she started sprinting towards his fallen figure. She was about half way there when she thought she saw a flash of green in the shadows.
******
a/n: Sorry about the cliffy, guys! I will update tomorrow! This was supposed to be posted yesterday, except I couldn't get onto the computer.
Many thanks to all of my reviewers. You are all very appreciated, and I read all of your comments with an open mind, and your suggestions have brought ideas.
Got to go now.
Kimberly.