My Sweet
Note: I'm glad that you guys are liking this story. This is the first time I've ever written Lily/James, and I'm glad it didn't turn out sucky. Also: I am really sorry about how short this is, but I totally needed this chapter in before I continue. And of course, please review!
Chapter Three
This won't be in parts anymore. I have a few more ideas of my own, so it'll be in chapters, now. Aren't you proud? Of course, this also means that most of you will get impatient to see where this is leading Lily and James, but-- you'll see. Again, I'm sorry about the length.
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A week later, Lily found herself dragging her feet down the stone steps, the only way one could exit the Divination tower. Lily really didn't know why she ever took the stupid subject in the first place; she certainly didn't have this so-called Sight, and even if she did, she wasn't sure that she would go around, and tell everyone about it.
She had seen James and his mates a few times this past week, but she tried to ignore him. Thinking about him, knowing that he even existed made her heart wrench, and a painful tightening in her stomach chewed at her. Usually, she pretended it was cramps, and she usually found herself spending the whole first period in Madame Pomfrey's office in the last four days, laying in a bed and drinking a disgusting potion to relieve them, and while drinking the horrid stuff, and managing to not puke it all up again, she wondered why she had ever landed herself here in the first place.
James. Right.
Of course, the fact that he seemed to ignore her too made the whole situation, if possible, about twenty times worse. It would have made her feel better if he would have just at least showed some interest in her mood, but no: instead she found him even more happier, always laughing and practicing jokes on unsuspecting students in the halls between classes, and the occasional professor or two.
Yes, if James would have at least showed some remote interest, then it would have been better. But he was doing a pretty good job of pretending she didn't exist.
And then, then she had run into Thomas. Sigh.
Thomas had been playful, trying to get her to go with him, just like he always used to, when they had been going out. But Lily wasn't inteterested, had never really been, but Thomas was persistant. Lily, with a sigh and roll of her eyes, had performed a charm that made him do a little jig everytime he walked, and sometimes, if he ran, it would turn into an all-out breakdance. It was pretty funny at the time, but she hadn't really felt like laughing at him, and after three days, had removed it.
He didn't speak to her again, didn't want to speak to her again, but Lily found herself not caring in the slightest. Thomas had always been a jerk, and there had always been the signs.
But thinking about Thomas always led her back to James. Somehow, it didn't seem fair. Sure, she had been caught red-handed, but she had tried to fight him off. She had only been protecting herself, and then James came along...
Her eyes filled with tears. Thinking about it, thinking about all the things she could have done to have avoided it...
No. She had stumbled upon this thought for far too long, and the hope that ate away at her was somehow comforting, but there was really nothing she could do...
She had thought about using a Time-Turner, but McGonagall would never go for that. Lily was clever, but she was never that clever.
She turned a corner, ready to go to the Gryffindor Common Room, where hopefully, she could do her homework in peace. Even though, most likely, James and his best friends would be there, no doubt experimenting jokes on students, she would do her best to ignore them. It was a promise she wanted to keep for herself.
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An hour later, she glanced down at her homework, a frown on her lips. But homework was the farthest thing from her mind right now.
She had entered the Common room, fully expecting to see him, but when she saw Sirius, Peter, and Remus over by a corner, each wearing smirks, she had a feeling that where ever he was, it wasn't going to make her feel any better.
"He's a bit preoccupied," Sirius replied with a smirk whenever someone would ask where he was. Lily noticed how loud he said it, as if he wanted her to hear it. Well, she did hear it, and she didn't like it.
She didn't find the situation the least bit funny. But then, Sirius always had a rather unique taste of what he thought was funny. Lily had learned that over the years.
Well, she couldn't take the smirks that burned into her back anymore. She needed a walk. She put her things away, and then left the Common room.
Where could--
Oh.
There was James, in the dimply lit corridor.
Lily couldn't breathe. Her heart slammed into her thoat, and she was trembling slightly.
His arms were around another girl.
Kissing her.
