Of course, the wonderful master J. K. Owns these characters, despite my obsession with the Marauders.
Here we go – another Lily/ James story. :-
Lily's POV:
"I've told you before, and I'll tell you again, Karsten, I despise that boy." I shook my head, displaying my perfect shiny red hair. Thank god for Karsten's creative spells.
Speaking of Karsten, my American friend was what all boys called "perfect". Her blonde hair curled perfectly, framing her perfectly zit-free, soft-skinned, plump-cherry-red-lipped face.
Molly Prewett smiled, sitting on in the other seat next to me. "Lil, they're the marauders."
"And being such," I smiled at her. "I hate them."
Karsten yawned and stared at her book. "Same old, same old. Lily, you hate the Slytherins they play tricks on too."
"Not true! I don't hate…all of them. Severus can be nice…when he tries." I could tell that I wasn't convincing my two best friends.
"Well, weather you hate him, them or not, they're coming over here to sit with us." Karsten didn't even glance up from her book.
"Evans, Prewett, Harold," Sirius winked at us as he kicked his feet up on top of the table.
Karsten sent him a cocky smile, Molly ignored him, and I slapped his feet, trying to get him to put them down. He just grinned at me.
"Sirius," I lifted up his feet and dropped them so they landed on the floor. "You are a moron."
"And proud of it," He grinned again.
James, who was sitting across from him, next to Molly, bit into an apple and wiggled his eyebrows at me. I shook my head and tried to concentrate on my breakfast.
Remus sat next to Sirius, not paying attention to anything that was going on. It was understandable. He was bent over a piece of parchment, a quill clutched tightly in his fingers. His sandy-blonde hair fell in his face as he wrote quickly.
"Karsten?" Remus looked up from the parchment and leaned over the table, his tie nearly falling into a cup of hot chocolate, to try and look at her.
"Remus," she looked up.
"Do you …do you have any ink with you?" Sirius burst out laughing at this. I shook my head, and suddenly realized Peter was nowhere to be seen. I dismissed it. Probably with Professor Sprout.
"Sorry, Reemy," she laughed at the nickname that James and Sirius used for him. "I don't. It's all in my bag, up on my bed."
And thus, another morning at breakfast concludes.
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James POV:
"Fuck, potions," I purposely said loud, while sitting behind Lily in Charms, uttering profanity as if it was an essential spell.
"Fuck, Slughorn, is more like it," said Peter, who had finally showed up.
"Fuck, SCHOOL," Sirius seemed to have summed up what all three of us had been thinking, "If it wasn't for Moony, I don't think I'd come to class. I'd just sit back, flunk, and flirt with girls,"
"Isn't that what you do anyway, Padfoot?" I chuckled at my own little joke.
"Not true, not true, Prongs. Not only do I flirt with girls, I shag girls too." Padfoot raised his eyebrows at me, as Lily turned around. Her shiny red hair caught the light in the classroom, and I caught myself just before I sighed with happiness.
Sirius nudged me under the table and I ignored it. "Lily!" I said. "What a pleasure. To what do I owe the honor?"
Lily grimaced at me. My heart beats faster. It must be love. "Asshole." Love. Love it is.
"Lily-bily, I'm hurt."
"I just can't wait for the day when we're alone together, so I can give you a real piece of my mind," she held her wand up menacingly.
"You know," I said thoughtfully, "If I wasn't so sure that you hated me, I could have sworn that you were coming onto me."
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Lily's POV:
The slight intake of breath I took at James's remark could have been called a gasp, I suppose. Still, I didn't need Sirius wolf-whistling or Molly giggling.
I stared at James directly in his beautiful – er, loathsome brown eyes. "Let me just establish that I hate you," A lie. How could I lie like that?
All right, I could back myself up. I did hate him. At least part of me. Since fourth year, things had gotten so complicated for this relationship with James. It was as if I had two alter egos. The first part of me – the first "Lily" was obsessed with him. Her heart beat like a bongo drum when she stepped within 50 feet of him, or when she thought about him at night, when she was lying alone in her bed.
The second me was totally impartial. That part of me thought James was sort of cute, funny, but thought of him as nothing more than a classmate. That side of me was quickly disappearing.
The third part, the part that came out the most, was the part of me that hated him with a passion. That "Lily" would want nothing more than to turn the entire school against James Potter, or something equally embarrassing and mean. That part wasn't disappearing, just becoming, sort of, a charade.
I loved the way he talked to me. I loved the fights that we got into, the arguments, the name-calling. I loved that he called me Lily-bily or sometimes Lily-Pad when he was feeling especially vicious.
I wished more than anything that he would love me back, that I could just come clean. That I, bookworm, goody-goody, mudblood Lillian Evans could freely admit that I was in love with lazy, prank-pulling, pureblood James Potter.
To be quite honest, I was terrified of his response.
I was terrified of rejection.
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All right, so? What do you think? I love this story! I just love it! I'm going to work pretty hard on it…although I know I should update all my other stories….heh. So, yeah, review, and whatthehell, if you think it sucks, tell me. I really need the criticism.
Ps. "What the hell" was supposed to be one word. That is how I talk. I'm so weird.
