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Introduction: James Potter and the rest of the soon to be seventh years are on their summer holidays, but James is having a lousy holiday, he can't keep his mind of someone. Lily Evans. Lily has captured his heart, however, she doesn't exactly feel the same way about him, or as she says, "Potter I hate you! Oh, wait scratch that I HATE YOU POTTER WITH A PASSION!". Read on and follow the adventures of James and Lily as James tries to win her heart, Lily tries to resist her feelings and they embark on a journey full of love, hate, jealousy, laughter and tears...The Trouble with Love Is...
Chapter Four: The Incident
After Lily had asked 'James permission' to leave the carriage she followed Emily and MJ to a compartment not far from the Head's. Emily opened the door and Lily followed suit as MJ entered.
The compartment was fairly normal for being part of a magical train; it seated around eight average people and was decorated in the usual bland shades of a muggle train.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust to see who was sharing a compartment with her friends: Potter's three best friends who had dubbed themselves the Marauders in their first year after discovering how they all shared a certain disregard for the school rules. The Marauders comprised of the four male Gryffindor seventh years- James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.
Sirius Black was the co-ringleader of the group with Potter; both were equally intelligent but didn't work for their grades and equally sought after by girls of all ages. They were best friends and did everything together and naturally spent most of their time together in detention or on the Quidditch Pitch practicing their skills. He was extremely tall with floppy raven hair that fell into his ashen eyes and his strong jaw line completed his handsome face. However, like Potter he was a complete scoundrel and Lily didn't like him one bit, although she did like him better than Potter, at least Black didn't want to ask her out every five seconds, well at least didn't ask her out every five seconds… she had a feeling that Potter would give Black a thorough beating if he asked Lily out.
Remus Lupin was one of the Marauders that Lily actually got on well with, she worked with him on several occasions and although he had a slight liking for mischief making (which she was sure the other boys had drilled into him) he was a conscientious student like herself. He had sandy coloured hair which was quite thin and was cut short and Lily couldn't help noticing how tired he looked sometimes, and how she always felt he was keeping something from her. Nevertheless, he was a good friend and rekindled her faith in the male gender.
Peter Pettigrew was the last of the Marauders and didn't mirror the three other mischief makers. He was a small boy, with dark watery eyes; he was slightly plump and had a very pointy face- almost rat like. Unlike the other Marauders he was nowhere near as intelligent as they were, he had no Quidditch talents and was not as popular as the rest of the group either. Lily liked to think of Peter as Sirius' and James' bitch because he trawled after them like a lost puppy dog and imitated their every move.
Lily sat down opposite the three boys next to her two friends and the other seventh year Gryffindor: Rachel Cleaver, she had long blonde hair and bright azure eyes and was very pretty. She was Emily's best friend and was a mutual friend of Lily's but the two hadn't really bonded as close friends.
"Hello, Evans, had a nice summer?" Sirius Black questioned, his grey eyes sparkling. She really didn't under stand his little jokes sometimes.
"Yes, fine."
"Prongs will be glad to know that." Lily rolled her eyes; and set her jaw at the mention of her arch enemy, she couldn't get away from that stupid boy.
The Marauders stifled their hysterics and even her friends tried to hide the smiles playing on their faces.
She narrowed her eyes at the Marauders and looked at her friends.
MJ spoke, "Sorry Lils, but come on, you reaction to the mention of his very name is pretty funny, I've never in my six years of knowing you ever seen you 'hate'," she paused, "Someone like you hate Potter."
"It's almost as if you harbour a special place for him in your heart," Remus quipped, raising his eyebrows.
Oh, bloody hell. She quickly reviewed the options for her retorts to Remus' comment while mentally whacking the passengers of the carriage with a broomstick. 'Broomstick eh?', a nasty voice in her said, 'isn't James the Quidditch captain?' She mentally groaned. What was she going to say to that… either she says how much she hates Potter and they carry on smirking omnisciently at her or she says, she lies about her feelings.
"I…I…umm…" She stuttered. She could stand being teased by the bloody Marauders but not by her own friends, but then again they always teased her about James. What was everyone's problem with her hating James? It was almost as if it was drilled into everyone in the world, except herself thought she was perfect for bloody James.
James? You mean Potter. Potter, Potter, Potter. Why am I repeating his name? She imagined Potter's smirk is he knew she was repeating his name in her head. She breathed and thought angrily, 'Why am I thinking about that git?'
Her friends seemed to notice her pensive behavior, and looked at her as if they had known what she was thinking. They smiled at her knowingly. Sirius smirked. Merlin, he was going to tell Potter about this incident, she imagined his grin knowing about this incident. Then a voice in her head commented, 'Would he really smirk? He changed remember?'She groaned inwardly again, and threw up her hands in surrender.
"Fine guys, think what you want, but I am Head girl and I have duties to do, so I'll see you later, hopefully minus the teasing." She stood up and turned on her heel and started to make her way to the pine, compartment door, and she was nearly out of their grasp when…
"Oh that's it Evans, runs to Prongsie, he'll comfort you…" Sirius remarked loudly complimented by all around giggles, and put on a high-pitched voice which Lily assumed was meant to be her, "Oh, James they were being so mean to me, saying I loved you and I kept saying I didn't, but really I do…" He cackled as he made kissing noises.
Lily burning up slammed the compartment door shut smothering apologies from her friends. Getting teased about James Potter or from him was one of the things that really ticked her off.
She walked back to the Head's compartment, feeling slightly uncomfortable as she opened the compartment door. She didn't want to go back in there, back in there with Potter. What would they talk about? She asked her brain remembering their last conversation- he better not expect her to reveal her deepest, darkest secrets just because he did.
Potter was sitting there, sprawled over a side of the compartment as if he owned the place scribbling in a gilded, red book. She began to wonder what he was scrawling in there and why he was so intent on covering the contents of the books even though he thought no one was there. She began to crane her neck over his shoulder and tried to spy on his writing.
"Lily!" He yelped, practically jumping up with shock as he slammed the book shut and tried to stuff it in his open trunk out of sight. He kicked his trunk shut in one, rather jerky move and sat up straight as a pole in his seat with his arm placed casually under his chin…
"What's up girl?" He tried to ask smoothly but in fact came out in a rather high pitched voice, which was uncannily like Peter's.
Now it was Lily's turn to smirk at the mess he had gotten himself into. What had been so important to Potter that he was willing to act like a prat just to make sure Lily didn't see it.
"What?" His voice now deeper and more mature than usual, Lily noted that it was the voice he put on before he asked her out.
"You call yourself jumping around the carriage like an electrocuted eel normal?"
He looked away from her.
"What was so important that you didn't want, me to know" she emphasized the word 'me' whilst walking towards Potter; she was for once in her life genuinely curious what Potter had been up to. If was a prank- he would have been with his little playmates, but no he was doing something really secretive on his own holed up here in the Head's carriage.
His face turned almost disgusted at what I had done and then snorted with laughter, "Was that you coming on to me, Evans?" He laughed, "You were weren't you?" he laughed again, by now he was practically on the floor rolling with laughter. Lily looked as she was going to murder him. "You thought…" breaking off for another peel of maniacal laughter, "That seeing you 'walk towards me' like that would make me tell you what I was doing," Lily made furious approaches towards him, her hand dug deep into her robe pockets his laughing eased, "When even my best friends don't know what I was doing." He finished collapsing into his chair.
Lily starred at him, still standing, looking down at James, he sensed her anger. Her almond shaped emerald eyes sparked with loathing. James swallowed. He mentally slapped himself 'laughing at her- not such a good idea, especially when you're trying to make her love you, not hate you, idiot!'
"Look, Lily I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you, I mean I wasn't laughing at you coming on to me, I was laughing at the thought of…" Lily's eyes still bore into him, "I was laughing at the fact that you thought I'd be stupid enough to fall for that, I mean I'm not calling you stupid to think I was stupid. I meant I, you, I knew you're not like that, and don't come onto guys, especially ones who you hate the guts of and well, yeh that's why I'm laughing, because you respect yourself and you thought I'd forget… but I never forget anything about you… I mean I still remember in the first year when you were upset because you couldn't levitate that quill, Flitwick told us to and I slipped you that note to swish and flick…"
'That was him?' She thought. Her expression softened… she starred at him with genuine surprise, and suddenly out of the blue, brought her face down upon his with a quick and swift kiss silencing his rambles.
She pulled away and he slowly opened his eyes, as if he never wanted to let go of this moment. He looked at her, his warm hazel eyes hopeful.
"I did that to shut you up," she pulled out a magazine and began to flick through it and under her breath, she muttered almost grudgingly, "And because that was sweet of you."
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Sorry for the long break in updating, I've been really busy, hopefully I'll get the next chapter up a lot faster.