LILY EQUALS LIFE
By: n33n
Okay, a new approach to the whole Lily && James madness. James is arrogant and charming as ever…Sirius hot, yet maddening at the same time…Remus, quiet and thoughtful…Peter—that worm, and Lily? Oh, Lily's still feisty and kicking. Kicking James in the OUCHES.
Chapter Eleven
James knocked on the door again. Softly, in case he disturbed Lily from her sleep or something. His broom hummed quietly as he floated in midair.
No answer again.
He knocked one more time, this time loud and clear.
This time, a grumpy-looking Lily Evans opened the door, looking quite surprised at the unexpected form of one James Potter.
"Potter?" The word escaped her mouth as she stood there, looking shocked. Quickly, she regained her senses and shutting her mouth, closed the door in James's face. 'Closing' posing as a euphemism for slamming so hard that James's glasses fell askew.
"Er, Lily?" James's voice floated into the room.
Lily put her hands over her ears childishly.
James tried opening the door. It gave way easily. He got off his broom and slipped in.
Lily saw what had just happened. Bugger it.
"Go away, Potter. The last person I want to see is you," Lily muttered angrily, hiding behind the curtain of her bed.
James gently pulled away the curtain and revealed a livid Lily.
"Lily, I can explain…" James began, but Lily quickly whipped out her wand and muttering a quick spell, caused James to fling upside down, suspending him in midair. A thump sounded on the floor as something fell.
"Shut up, Potter. I don't want to listen to anything right now," Lily said acidly. "Besides, I don't like you, contrary to your insanely wrong beliefs."
James was slowly turning bright red from all the blood rushing to his head.
"And," Lily continued, as she didn't notice this happening, "I just happen to think you're a bloody toerag that's too arrogant and pompous. Did I mention that you're extremely annoying? Nobody gives a damn about you. Especially m—"
Lily had suddenly saw James's changing color and gasped. "Oh Merlin! I'm so sorry—" At these words, she flicked her wand, causing James to crumple into a heap on the floor. "—I didn't mean to do that. It was just a warning—"
James was breathing for air on the ground. He then said in a voice quite unlike his, "It's all right, Evans. I got the idea." He spat the words out, looking hurt and angry at the same time.
'Apparently, my words have finally gotten through his skull.' Lily thought, with a twinge of regret for saying such harsh words.
"James, I didn't mean to—" Lily began, but her attempt was futile.
James shrugged it off and left the room saying, "It's fine."
Lily was not used to fighting with James and letting him have the last word.
She watched with a sinking feeling as James exited the room without another word.
Well, that is, until he slid down the spiral staircase and let out a horrific yell.
Lily sighed. 'That stupid git,' she thought to herself, almost fondly. She looked down on the ground, staring absently at the oaken floors when her eyes suddenly landed on an atrociously bright pink notebook.
Her eyes widened. It was the same notebook that she had saw James writing in so zealously days ago.
Hesitating, she reached down and picked it up. The soft fur felt oddly cuddly on her fingers.
She stroked it and suddenly a high-pitched voice shouted, "JAMES HENRY POTTER LOVES LILY MARIE EVANS!"
Startled, she dropped the book, and hoped that James did not hear that. Lily bent down and retrieved the book again and closed herself in the closest closet, hoping the many clothes would help muffle the sound in case the notebook made another outburst.
Lily lit her wand with lumos and opened the book. She felt a bit guilty for reading something private to James Potter, but then remembered James liking this Pink.
Lily frowned. Perhaps she could find out what made Pink so likeable.
With a grim face, she opened the book, taking care not to stroke the fur on the notebook.
After she finished reading the latest entry: "LILY MARIE EVANS LOVES MY JA—" which was abruptly cut off, she felt horrible and slightly scared.
Scared because James observed things about her meticulously, quite similar to a stalker. But as she knew James was not the type—she hoped, anyways—she thought his actions were plausible because well, he was James Potter.
Horrible, because she didn't realize how much he liked her. She, Lily was forced to admit, had no idea that James liked her that much. Sure, James asked her out repeatedly each day, but she always thought it was a prank or cruel joke.
Which brought her to why she wasn't on great terms with James in the first place.
On the second day of the third year term, he had asked her out.
In front of everyone.
And then, almost every day, Lily could count on James asking her out.
After many upsetting thoughts, Lily thought of the only thing she could do. She would apologize to James.
Tomorrow.
o.O.o.O.o
Lily had never felt so crappy in her life before. The next day, Lily was hopeful and feeling quite well.
That is, until she noticed that a certain boy with messy black hair and warm hazel eyes was suspiciously absent from the Marauders table at breakfast in the morning.
Then, there was no sign of him during Potions or Transfiguration.
No merciless teasing, the occasional helpful hint, or straight-out put downs. Nothing.
Oddly enough, Lily missed it.
She found herself staring absently at the empty chair James sat in at the front during Potions and again during Transfiguration.
Lily knew that James was purposefully ignoring her, so she went to ask the most sensible Marauder out of the four as to where he might be.
"Remus!" Lily called out after Transfiguration was over.
Remus looked up as Lily said his name and walked over. With a knowing look on his face, he asked, "Looking for James?"
Lily nodded, suddenly looking shy, as if Remus had found out something very secretive. "Yes."
"He's in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, drowning himself in stall number two," Remus informed her.
Lily widened her eyes, and Remus couldn't help but chuckle. "No, I'm just kidding. He's locked himself in the box in front of his bed in the boys' dormitory and refuses to come out."
"Oh."
"I suggest you go see him. It might do him—and you—some good," Remus suggested wisely.
Lily nodded and thanked him quickly, her target in mind.
The box in front of James Potter's bed in the Gryffindor Boys' Dormitory Room.
Soon enough, she found herself standing in front of it, debating on whether or not to open it.
She needn't debate any further.
James opened the box himself.
He saw no notice of Lily and was muttering to himself, "Where the bloody hell is Padfoot anyways? I'm starving."
James stepped out of the box, looking quite disheveled and grumpy and stepped onto something soft.
Lily's toe.
Lily let out a scream.
James, noticing Lily had caught him in a very non-presentable state, screamed too.
Lily toppled over, as the pain was getting to her, and James didn't seem to be stepping off anytime soon.
James too, toppled over.
The result?
A mass of wrinkling shirts, tangled limbs, and elongated yells.
"AHHHH—AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Eck.
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