Raspberry Sugar Quills

By Josie G. Evans

Summary: If you think this is a love story, so it is, but it is about so much more, a tortured soul in need of love and friends, of closed eyes and laughs. This is the life of Lily Gabrielle Evans, the girl afraid to grow up, afraid of living, but what is living when your not on the edge once in a while?

Love is not only something you feel. It is something you do. -David Wilkerson

warning: this story (or rather chapter) has sexual contents and swearing. Not intended for a younger audience, I mean reader. Thank you and you've been warned Buah-ha-ha-ha-ha 'cough''cough' um...right. Daytime drama at it's finest!

PART ONE

The beginning

A/N: So sorry for the disaster of a chapter I gave you guys. So I re-wrote it. COMPLETELY redone. Enjoy-Josie

Ch.12: Midnight escapades

Lily's eyes felt heavy; they were closed and she was so tiered, but the confusion of what had just happened was at the back of her head, and made it impossible for her to fall asleep. She felt strange, as if she were floating or her head had somehow gotten extremely light and was hovering above her body. A soft natural cologne reached her nostrils from where her head was lying. It smelt like trees and grass when ever you cut it after a rainy day; there was even a distinguishable smell of apples. She was in heaven and she never wanted to move or wake up. She felt as if someone had slowly put her down with the uttermost care, holding her in their soft arms which smelled of that wonderful aroma. She was cold and slightly shivered under the light touch. Clouds were softly caressing her, whispering in her ears and planting soft kisses on her head. She reached in to the source of warmth, enveloping herself in it's folds. And ever so slowly, the tiny source of light to her right extinguished itself and the sounds of the night engulfed her, as she slowly let the weariness win and fell asleep.

Arabella woke up with a start, breathing heavily she slowly sat up in bed and held her head up. She got up, wincing at the cold wooden boards beneath her feet, she walked over to the water pitcher and pored herself a glass. She looked around the room, trying to remember what had woken her up in the first place. She looked over to the tinny clock on her bedside table. It was two o'clock in the morning. She then noticed Lily's unclosed curtains. She walked over, thinking that Lily had probably been to lazy or had forgotten to close them in her fatigue. She saw a large lump under the blankets, satisfied she was about to turn around and go back to bed when she noticed that Lily didn't seem to be breathing. Panicking, she quickly tore away the blankets. What meat her gaze wasn't at all what she had been expecting. It was Lily's pyjamas from the previous night and a couple of books and her school bag. The house elves must have done her bed over the stuff she had lain over it.

Their dorm room always looked like a mess, you'd think guys lived there if it wasn't for the various pink articles, clothing, makeup and bras littering the floor. Lily was the only girl in their dorm who never bothered to do her bed, but if she did, it was always at the last second before she went to bed that night; she procrastinating at every possible thing without even noticing.

'Where could that girl be at this time of night?' Beila silently thought. Lily never stayed out pass midnight on a weekday, even if it was against the rules.

Arabella walked to the other end of the room in search of her slippers. The mess and the lack of light didn't make her job easier; she found them under an old box of honeydukes finest, which most likely had belonged to Lydia, one of James many ex's.

She silently left the room, tripping on a bra on the way out, which only caused Jeanne to snore loudly as she turned onto her side. 'Ouff! That was close.' she thought, making her way down the many stairs. She didn't dare to put on a light incase she accidentally woke someone up, so she used the rail as her guide as she went down the stairs.

The little light coming from the fireplace was enough for her to see where she was going. She went over to Lily's favourite couch, knowing all to well her odd habits. But it seemed as if Lily hadn't had the sudden urge to move to the couch that night, as the sofa was void of persons.

She really had no idea where Lily could have gone off to. She wrapped her cloak around her more securely and went out of the portrait hole. Maybe she had feel asleep in the astronomy tower again. Arabella remembered all to well the last time she had done this. It was back in their third year. Lily had stayed in the astronomy tower after hours trying to finish her homework. The next day, Arabella hadn't seen hide nor hair of her brightly energetic friend and had thus went to the astronomy tower after her second class only to find Lily fast asleep, her head on the table with a small puddle of drool flowing from her mouth. A bunch of first graders were poking her, silently laughing amongst themselves as she snorted or moved her hand in the air to swat away the stick.

As she went up the stairs leading to the astronomy tower, a cold jet of air engulfed her, and her teeth starting chattering. She hoped that Lily wasn't up there or she would die of hypothermia before the morning had even come. As she got to the last step, the door was slight ajar, she pushed it completely open and realised that it was quite warm. She then found an even stranger sight. One which she hadn't been expecting.

Clarice silently got out of bed, she looked at the clock; it was two in the morning. 'Perfect,' she thought, 'everyone should be asleep by now.' she thought with a strange smile creeping onto her face.

She walked out of her dorm room. She liked being in a single room, not everyone was entitled to them, but back in her first year (and even now) she hadn't wanted to share a room with anyone, and she wasn't going to. So Dumbledore had made special arrangements for her. She even had house elves come once a day to clean up the mess she did in the morning whenever she tried getting ready. She also had breakfast in bed every morning, served to her on a golden platter, just like when she was at home.

She went down the stairs and looked around the common room. If a passer by had been watching her, he would have thought she was looking around for something, like a lost earing. But she was in fact making sure no one was in the common room to see what she was about to do. She walked over to the end of the room, satisfied that the annoying redhead bitch Evans, hadn't decided to sleep in the common room that night. She was about to go up the boys staircase when she heard a door open.

She rushed over to the couch she had just been examining and quickly dodged down next to it, making sure that she was completely covered in shadows.

That's when she saw Evans's just as annoying best friend come down the girl's staircase. She held her breath as the girl came closer, most likely to see if Evans was sleeping on the couch. She looked around worriedly. 'Ah! So Evans is missing, is she!' she silently thought, smiling at the fact. Arabella looked as if she was about to sit down on the couch and Claire's smile faded. She didn't want to be found, because the harassing girl would most likely ask questions and then she would have to explain to that idiot of a girl why she was out of bed so late; it would seem quite odd seeing as how she was crouched in a dark area behind a sofa wearing nothing but very slutty undergarments. To be more precise she was wearing a nighty that showed off more then 3/4 of her body.

But as always, she got what she wanted. The idiot turned around and left the common room. Clarice silently waited and heard the portrait close. Waiting a couple of minutes and making sure that once again she was alone, she crept out of her hiding place and quietly went up the boys staircase, 'Honestly,' she thought, 'I was practically reduced to a mouse in hiding.'

She opened the fourth door on the fifth flight of stairs and tiptoed to the second bed at the far end. She opened the curtains and crawled into the bed. "Hey sweety." she quietly whispered in the boy's ear. The boy slowly opened his dreary eyes and sat up when he saw Clarice. "Hey Claire, what are you doing here?" he asked confused, "It isn't my birthday is it?" he asked with his trademark mischievous grin.

She refrained from screaming. "Sirius! What are you doing in James's bed?" she asked her voice now clearly hysterical.

"We were playing a game," he said, not bothering to cover up his delight. "Maybe I should sleep in James's bed more often, especially if he gets woken up in the middle of the night to see you like that." he said, now noticing what she was wearing.

"Sirius, I'm betroth." she said, clearly delighted that Sirius was interested in her. Sirius was very handsome and being as he wasn't wearing a shirt, she noticed how much more muscular he was compared to James. She had maybe came here to find James, but she had found something better. He slowly and passionately kissed her neck as he placed himself on top of her and slowly moved his mouth to find hers. Neither even thinking of James or the fact that they were in his bed; the thought that they could wake up the others with their orgasmic screams of delight only made it that more dangerous...and exciting.

As he slowly lifted her nightgown off her head, a large smile crept up on both their faces. 'This was definitely worth it.' she thought.

Derrick woke up, sweating and pale. He was very nervous about the upcoming exam which happened to take place later that day and hadn't been sleeping well all night. He looked over at his clock only to find that it was two thirty in the morning. Knowing he wouldn't be able to get more sleep because of the constant nagging at the back of his head, he walked over to his desk and took out a bottle. He shook it slightly, and he heard the sloshing inside; he opened the cap and drowned what was left in a large swig. Feeling better, he made a mental note to owl his uncle for an other emergency stash. He put the bottle back and went to the bathroom and adjusted the water in the shower. He stripped down and got into it, looking down at the large gash on his stomach where the scaring was still fresh from the previous summer.

He hadn't told anyone what had happened and had somehow been able to conceal the deep gash from his mother that whole summer. He still couldn't believe what he had done and thanked god every day for gifting him with the ability to do memory charms. But he still had to live with the blurred memory of his sister crying and pleading with him to stop. Grabbing the closest thing next to her, which had been a broken brandy bottle she...

He silently cried, unable to bear himself. He slid down the shower door and sat there, at the bottom of the shower, in a drunken daze as his tears and the water, mixed together.

Erin was quietly sleeping, enjoying a blissful dream, when he heard someone walking outside his door. He groggily got up and walked over to the door, he opened it but only caught the hem of a short night gown turn the corner.

'Great!' he thought, 'some whore decides she wants to have fun tonight and she has to wake up the whole castle doing it.'

Erin had always been a light sleeper and even the smallest of noises woke him up. He went over to his bedside table and took out a fag and a match from a tiny box. He opened the balcony door and went outside where he lit up his smoke.

He liked being in his seventh year, they had better rooms then everyone else. He could go outside, without having to sneak out of the tower and wake up his roommates, he could sit out here on the tiny balcony over looking the great lake and watch the stars whenever he was feeling depressed or needed time and privacy to think. Truth be told he didn't want to leave, and the end of the semester was so close, only two weeks from now. He loved Hogwarts, it was his home away from home, and it was much better than his real one. His father was always complaining about how he would never amount to anything even though he had the highest average in the school, he was also head boy and captain to the Gryffindor's quidditch team. He had achieved so much, but his father was a medi-wizard and like all cliché father/doctor stories, his father wanted him to follow in his footsteps. He hated it, his older brother Jamie had already became everything his father wanted him to be, why did he also have to be sucked in? Truth be told he had always been a free spirit and had wanted to join the OQL (Official Quidditch League) since the age of seven.

He didn't want to leave Lily behind. She was pretty much alone, and she would probably suffocate without him. Then again, Lily had always been a pretty independent person, but he didn't know who he could trust to keep an eye on her when he left. He wanted her to be taken care off, she was like a sister to him. He knew she would kill him if she knew he had asked someone to watch over her, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Maybe he could ask Remus. He had never trusted Derrick, people who were that quiet and would do anything to fit in, always had something to hide.

Erin often blamed himself for the way Lily acted, she looked up to him, he was her idol. He was the older sibling or brother she had never had. When they were younger, he was always at his aunt's house playing with Lily, his best friend. She might have been a girl, but back then you wouldn't have been able to tell the difference, much to his aunt's annoyance.

They would often roll around in the mud, fighting, punching and kicking each other; if Lily didn't win, it was because his aunt had noticed what was going on and would pull them apart, holding them by their ears.

"You stubborn cocks! What do you think your doing? And why Blackeney are you hitting your little cousin? Don't you know she's a girl? Hasn't your mother ever taught you to never hit a lady?"

"I ain't no lady!" Lily would protest, "I'm a knight of the round table, I go by the name of Sir Gawain!"

"Enough of your blabbering, imagination does not belong to a young lady. You must satisfy your husband and cook his meals and clean his clothes. You must stop daydreaming Lily! Come I will give you a bath and try and fix that unruly hair of yours."

His aunt would always say the same thing. He pitted Lily really, having to live with a mother who told her everyday what she should be doing and thinking instead of loving and nurturing her. Of course Lily always was stubborn and had never really listened much to her mother's rants. Her father on the other hand was a warm and generous person, who loved Lily more than life itself. He was the one who read to her all those fairytales and talked to her about lands of magic and fairies and of king Arthur and his knights. She had always been enthralled by those things, and when she had learned that she was a witch, it had been the happiest day of her life.

Erin still ruffled Lily up, but he didn't go rolling in the mud punching her anymore. He would laugh and say cockily: "You'll have to eat more of those green vegetables if you want to beat me." even though she probably still could.

They would still occasionally rough play, most often in front of his Aunt whom Lily loved to piss off. Lily had always hated being called a lady, and she hated her mother's way of thinking.

An other reason Erin didn't want to leave Hogwarts was that once school was over, he didn't have plans like Lily who strangely enough also thought that things would simply just find their way to her, like her Hogwarts letter.

He took a long drag of his fag, trying to form shapes with the smoke. He put it out and silently crept back into bed.

Remus loved sleeping under the stars in the fresh night air. Tonight was a perfect night, there were plenty of stars and the temperature was ideal, not to hot or cold. He spotted the 'Big Dipper' amongst the many stars, and sadly thought about how Pollux had loved stargazing. The crickets chirped around him and a wolf howled in the distance. He smiled to himself; it seemed the wolf couldn't find his wife.

'Wild little vixen she is.' he thought silently knowing the she-wolf was probably off strolling with an other wolf from the same tribe.

The sent of raspberries filled the air and he smiled at the angel in his arms as she delicately moved to make herself more comfortable. He felt a little pang of joy as the angel smiled in her unperturbed dreams. The only place where one could free themselves and leave this sometimes horrible place, but then again there was always night mares and the land of dreams that could change a lovely place created by one's imagination.

The angel quietly moaned as he ran his fingers through her hair. He smiled and kissed her dark shoulder length hair.

He concluded that this was indeed... a perfect night.

End of Chapter Twelve

A/N: So much better than the chapter I had previously posted. I like this one way better. So if you haven't read the old one- which I replaced by this one and would like to compare it, (I don't know why you would, but just in case) you can find it at the following link: . Well, it certainly looks like the entire population of Hogwarts is sneaking around after hours. Naughty little Gryffindors.

About this chapter: I know Clarice is evil and all, but I couldn't make her a Slytherin. Besides it fit better with the story if she was a Gryffindor, so frankly that's the only way she got in. Let's just pretend she payed or black mailed the sorting hat. I also realised that in the last chapter I said that Clarice had (and I quote): She put her long hair behind her shoulder. The deep brown, a shining gold with flecks of deep red, as the light from the fire landed on it. She actually has shoulder length BLONDE hair. I quote once more: I have long blonde hair and green eyes and no apparent freckles on my face... It's in the sixth chapter. Anyway, I noticed afterwards and I was like: OMG!

For those of you who don't know, a fag is a cigarette in England.

I also noticed how much more 'sexual' this one was and I don't know what over took my imagination, but this is what came out of it. It's funny because most of what happened that night, will have a big effect on the chapter or chapters to come. And a lot more on Derrick to come, I'm now loving his character. At the beginning I though it was too flaky, you know, a guy who really wants to be accepted...blah, blah, blah. It's more in depth now and more human, but you'll see. Grins evilly

Thanks:

Kel: Sorry this is the same chapter you reviewed already, but there was problems with my server so I had to post it again. Thanks a lot for your review, greatly appreciated. I'm glad you liked it. Sorry if it confused you, but stay tuned and all shall be revealed lol!

Seren Lunar Echo: Thanks so much, your review actually made me feel better about my flop one. I hope you like the remake of it.

Me: First off thanks for the whole 'soul' thing, I hadn't even realized! Lol! Secondly, James is a guy, all my guy friends think there are only 8 colours, so I figured he wouldn't know the difference either. Third, I heard somewhere that with excess stress your hair can prematurely turn gray, freaky huh! Thanks a lot for the review though! Greatly appreciated.

QuieroTuAmor: You understand me so well, sniff, sniff! I love your reviews. I hope you liked this one and I really love your new name. I'm taking Spanish this year! Ya, it rocks! You rock! I'm glad you like the previews!

Kel: Thanks a lot for the review, hope you like the remake!

UPDATE: I did! See I did! YAH!

Next:

"You sodding, daft, bloke of a git." he said punching him in the stomach...

"Rosie! How are ya darling?" he said kissing the beautiful bartender.

"He totally wants you and you totally want him, odd though you aren't together."

"Oh that's rich! Richer than Potter boy over there."

"Lily would you like to go to the party with me?" he asked hopefully.

"I'm not going."

"What? Lily stop doing this! Your going and that's final. Anne's not dead, she'll be fine, and she'd want you to have fun."

"Don't you dare talk about her like that!"...

Later,

Josie