A/N- Hey guys, me again...hope you enjoyed chapter 3, I got all your reviews, they made me feel very loved, even though I think Queen Mairi (a.k.a. mon beta reader) should get the reviews as she is the most awesome dude ever...and I don't own Harry Potter, its characters...yada yada, and please don't sue me, I'm already in £100 debt with my parents... enjoy chapter 4...and if your after hardcore sex, you will have to wait...
Katie's beta-reader will also note that she's shocked at Katie's sex…obsession. This is a family computer, my dahling Princess! Not just mine. Actually, it is mine, my relatives just use it. And I loved my birthday present. All the chocolates have finished, however.
WAIT A SECOND! I'm not obsessed with sex, this is a M rated story so I can write sex if I want to...and it's my story...and I gave you chocolate...so MEH.
Meh yourself.
Chapter 4
It was midnight in the cold Scottish grounds of Hogwarts Castle. It was silent except in a few places like the broom closet, the astronomy tower and a certain apartment on the third floor. This room had two black haired 17 year old boys chatting animatedly about the goings of the castle in question.
"Right," said James Potter, a bespectacled toned 6 foot 4 Marauder, "So Will Flander has got together with the lovely Rebecca Harrison but Mister Flander is supposedly cheating on Rebecca with one of the Blackhall Twins?"
"Uh huh," replied Sirius Black, a 6 foot 2 fellow marauder, "well, actually both of the twins, but they look so alike he's yet to know...oh and our dear Moony has got himself a date, its a miracle."
"Who's the stupid bimbo-ish airhead he's bagged then?" Came a female voice form behind the boys
"Oh so nice to see you Miss Evans," exclaimed Sirius jumping in the air and bowing, Lily scowled at him. "Actually the stupid bimbo-ish airhead happens to be one of your very dear friends Maura Carmichael and she asked him out!" Lily's jaw dropped.
"Wha...ha...eh…"
"Exactly my words Evans, it happened just you guys got locked in your love shack...talking 'bout love, have you guys done it yet?"
"Sorry dude," James butted in noticing the rage grow in Lily's face, "The closest thing I think I'm going to have sex in the near future is the air guitar to Queen," Lily stared at him for two reasons, one being saying they won't have sex, and the other for wondering what was the Queen thing about. Woo, Mairi here. Okay, I was thinking deleted the highlighted text. It is nearly like a prediction what could happen. Man, this thing sucks. The highlighter doesn't work!
"Oh well, then I better leave you guys to it, cause I've got some shagging of my own to do, "He headed for the door, but turned around as he reached it, "And remember guys, use protection because have you heard about AID...ouch!" Lily had just thrown a shoe at his head. He rubbed his head, waved at James, winked at Lily, and just got out the door, before the second shoe could come into contact with his cranium.
"Why do you like him?" Lily asked James.
"Meh, he grows on you. So…are you hungry?" She had obviously forgotten about the whole milk incident.
"Sure, but I'm not very good at cooking, my skills don't really go beyond beans on toast," she said embarrassedly. James laughed and put an apron on.
"Well Miss Evans, never fear, James is here!" He sang and began to rummage through cupboards. Lily looked at him, dumbfounded.
"You can cook?"
"My mum decided I needed life skills, so she got my housekeeper to teach me the finer points of cooking," He said matter-of-factly, putting a pan of water onto the stove. He turned around and looked at her amazed face, "Well, there are lots of things you don't know about me, that's why we are here."
"I guess so," she said quietly.
"Well, get helping, can you chop onions?"
"Errrr..."
"Oh well, just take the skin off and hack away at it until there's hundreds if tiny little pieces, then throw it into a frying pan with some oil," James told her, then began to chop some herbs up.
Together, but mostly James, they managed to throw a pasta dish together. Lily was actually enjoying cooking, which was a shock to her, but what was an even more shock, is that she was enjoying herself in James' company. He was a spectacular cook by the looks of things and was very efficient and useful when he wanted to be. She sat the table while James finished off the cooking. He brought two plates over with the food on them and they sat down opposite each other. She began to eat, but James waited for a response.
"Surprisingly, this is rather good," she told him. He looked slightly insulted.
"Surprisingly?"
"Well, I always thought you were the kind of person who spent all there time making out with girls and playing Quidditch, not doing stuff like cooking." His face relaxed.
"There's loads of stuff you don't know about me, I just act all cocky 'cause that's what people know me as, only a few people know the real me."
"Like who?" She cocked her head to one side.
"My family, Sirius, Peter and Remus...and now you!" Lily laughed, moving some of the food on her plate around with her fork absent-mindedly.
"Oh ok, well, I have a question for you."
"Shoot!"
"How do your parents stand Sirius? No offence, but I don't think any adult could!" He laughed at her comment.
"You really think he's that bad?" She nodded. He laughed again, "Well, Sirius never got on with his family and since first year, spent nearly all the time he wasn't at school at my house, and he moved in last summer, and I just guess since my mum had a miscarriage after I was born, he's like the other child they never had."
"Oh my god, your mum had a miscarriage? That must have been terrible!" Lily was genuinely shocked.
"I think it just made my parents thankful for that they had me, like my mum tries not to get angry at me and she tells herself that at least I'm here!"
"Your parents sound so nice!"
"I guess so; they don't really mind what I do, as long as I'm safe and am happy, but what are your folks like, and your sister?"
"Well, my parents are ok I guess, my dad can be sort of protective over me with boyfriend and stuff like that, but my mums fine. My sister, however, hates me,"
"Why? I can't imagine somebody not liking you, your too nice," Lily laughed.
"Well, you know how I'm muggleborn?" He nodded," well, she is really against magic and stuff and thinks I'm a freak because I'm not like her, and she has a new Husband who is just as against me."
"Ah, it's her loss then!"
The two teenagers chatted together like they had been friends forever and ate their pasta, with James giving both second-helpings. They discussed family, friends, Muggles, Quidditch, plans for the future until James asked Lily something completely unexpected.
"So Lils, what do you think of love?" He asked her, she nearly chocked on her water. She looked up and looked at his face.
"Love? What do you mean?" It became quiet for a moment while James looked for the right words.
"I mean - like - what do you think love is and expressing love and stuff like that," Lily threw her head back and 'Ummmed' loudly.
"I don't really know, never thought about it 'cause I've never been in love. What about you then, do you know what you think love is?"
"Me? I think it's about like understanding each others wants and needs and what they feel and think...and a little bit of passion too."
"I think I'm probably more of a romantic type."
"I can be romantic," James said seductively. Lily smiled and stood up and put her plate and cutlery in the sink. James stood up also, following her to the sink.
"But I'm not in love with you, and your not in love with me," she said, washing up at the sink. James went over and stood behind her, right up against her back.
"How do you know?" He whispered into her ear. She turned around. She only went up to his shoulder. She slipped out of the way and stood beside him.
"There are just somethings that you know, like an instinct feeling," she said to him.
"Well, what if I know I love you?"
"James, why do you love me? I give you shit all the time but you still like are obsessed with me," She asked, "There has got to be at least fifty other girls in this school who are good-looking, with good-grades and are witty, charming and funny! All who would probably fulfill all your sexual fantasies and stuff like that; but you stick with me! I'm not pretty, I'm not special, and you - you belong with blonde sexy models and not with boring book freaks with red hair like me!" James went over to her and put his hands on her shoulders and stared straight into her eyes.
"Lily, you are pretty, you are special. Maybe I don't want a blonde model who gives me amazing sex - although sex would be nice - but no. I want way more than that, and there's only one person I can think of who isn't fake and annoying, and that's you. I really really like you but it just kills you that you don't like me," Lily looked away. He could sense she was upset.
"I do like you," she said after a few seconds of silence, "After today I realized that you are a really decent person and that I had you completely wrong. But James, I can't start loving you just like that! It takes working at to love somebody. I mean, maybe one day I might love you, but right now? The answer is no," Lily could see a tear roll down his cheek, "Please don't be upset James. I want you to really really really think if you love me, and if you really really do believe that you do: tell me. Maybe we could work something out, but if not; it's ok, I won't be offended. You think about that while I go have my shower," She went up the stairs and left James standing there.
He watched her walk up the stairs. He didn't know hat he should do; cry or scream. He felt the frustration build up inside of him. He grabbed the object closest to him, the vase with magically preserved poinsettias, and threw it at the opposite wall. It broke into a million pieces and fell to the floor, water flowers and glass everywhere. His heart was like that vase of flowers. He had just poured his soul out to Lily; she took it as a joke. He was disappointed at himself for not being up to her standards, not being what she wanted him to be, for being such a fake and an arrogant twat. He was angry because twenty minutes earlier, they were just talking and laughing away, but he just ruined it by declaring his love for her. He did love her, why couldn't she understand that? He went over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Firewhiskey fro m a cupboard he had put it in earlier. He took the lid of and took a slug. It numbed the pain a little. He slugged some more. He drank the whole bottle, and he stood there for a moment, his head spinning. He swayed where he was for a moment, before collapsing onto the ground unconscious. He looked exactly how he felt a few moments earlier, alone, cold and stupid.
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