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A/N: The voices. Yall were like, "wft?" and so I'm explaining.
-cough- "Her heart was telling her to just come clean and spend the rest of her days with her Head Boy. It was this that was indeed making her sick – not the pancakes or the potion – this; this fight between herself. There wasn't a 'right' or 'wrong' answer, thus making the decision even more difficult."
The voices. As in the thoughts in her head. As in:
""Hey," he whispered closing the door behind him, "How are you feeling?"
'How do you think I'm feeling, idiot?'
"Not any better." Lily said in reality.
"Hmmm…" he paused. "I brought you your homework." He plopped a wack of papers on her lap.
'Oh, how sweet of you…' "
That is all. Here's the chapter…
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Winter. The thought usually left Lily dreaming thoughts of home, snow, and hot cocoa, but this year it was different. This year she had let herself go of everything, losing a part of herself to a Slytherin, a part that she knew she could never retrieve because she knew what she had done. She had kissed his lips of which poison to her, and the more she thought about it, she more she was disgusted with her behavior. The marvelous thing about time was, as she had learnt, you can always fix things – you can't go back, but you can fix things over time. That was what Miss. Evans was attempting to do.
The fact that a certain someone was living with her was making this difficult. By making a plan of what she would do that day she would be able to spend as lest time in the Head Boy and Girl Common Room as possible. She had even resorted to sleeping on the floor in the Gryffindor Common Room once or twice (strictly turning down James offers of 'sleeping' beside him).
It was a chilly Wednesday of November, according to Lily's schedule she was being tutored by James in the library this evening. As she paced her room looking endlessly looking for her Potions book, Snape left his room for what had seemed to be the 1st time in a week. He disappeared into the bathroom without a word, not that Lily wanted to have a conversation with him; she was still recovering from the last time they talked (rather yelled).
"Pft, 'mudblood whore-bag'," she whispered faintly under her breath.
Finding her book, she seized it, taking off into the corridors.
Many people were still giving her looks, Jennifer and Katie had taken the time to fill everyone in how Lily Evans and Severus Snape had gone to the dance together. By now Lily was used to it, at first she was ashamed, especially when it was fellow Gryffindor's that she had at one point hung out with giving her looks of disapproval.
"Morning, Potter," she said briskly to James at taking sight of him in front of the library.
"On last-names terms now, are we?" he replied jokingly, "I didn't know you hated me that much…"
She rolled her eyes, "Me? Hate you? No of course not!"
"I know, because you just love me so much."
"Totally, I want to conceive your child," she said, still being sarcastic.
"Well, we better get started on that then…"
"I was joking!"
"Sure you were." James replied with a wink.
Tossing her ginger hair back she took a seat in the back of the library were no other students were to be found. She took out her potions book and flipped though the page while James took a seat across from her. Finding the page she set up her quill and ink, then, took out a fresh piece of parchment.
"Okay," she started with a sigh, "Page 224, Draught of the Living Death. Ingredients: asphodel in an infusion of wormwood; valerian roots, sopophorous bean…"
"Okay, got it." James took out several ingredients and a large cauldron.
"First, fill cauldron half-way with boiling water…" Lily read from textbook.
Slowly they worked on the potion, stopping occasionally to chat or eat.
"So now you turn left three times and add in the beans," Lily recited as she grabbed a jar full of beans.
"Wait!" cried James. She looked up.
"When you add beans, aren't you supposed to turn right always to prevent the mixing of beans and the beans' juices?" he asked.
"Yes, but the textbook says –"
"The textbook fools you, Lily," he replied matter-of-factly, "They but mistakes in there for you and you put your current knowledge to use and fix them."
"Oh. Well, that would explain my marks…"
"But Professor told us that at the beginning of the year… don't you pay attention in class?"
She blushed, "Well, I have been slightly distracted when it comes to potions."
"Ah, yes, well… when you've got looks like mine…" he started.
"The world doesn't revolve around you, mister." Lily shot back, inserting the beans and making sure to stir right.
"I know, I know, can't Mr. Potter make a joke?"
She rolled her eyes, "With you I'm not sure when you're making a joke and when you're just being cocky."
"Me? Cocky?" he gasped, "Lily Evans, I'm offended!"
She released a high-pitched laugh, "Now that's funny."
They both stared at the finish potion, as it oozed with purple bubbles that would pop and make you dizzy.
"Dare you to drink it," James said playfully to Lily.
"No, thanks. Although it would be helpful if you were to…" replied the redhead.
Together they carried the cauldron to the girls' lavatory where Lily dumped in down the toilet carefully.
"So, how do you think I did today, teacher?" she asked.
"Acceptable. Not as good as I am…"
"Oh, for Christ's Sake!"
"Kidding, you were awesome." James laughed.
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"And so this Saturday I was thinking of a Hogsmeade trip…" announced Snape at the meeting between Prefects, Head Girl and Boy, and the Professors.
"Yes, I think that would be swell, we haven't been to the village in a long time," complained Courtney, the Hufflepuff Prefect.
"Quite true, the students do need a break, Binns." Dumbledore agreed.
"Well then, this Saturday-"
Lily raised her hand, "Permission to speak, Professor?" she asked. Professor Binns nodded his head.
"Well," started Lily, "We have a few problems regarding the trips to the village that I think we should attend to before we book anything. First, we're having troubles with the third years, some of them are forging signatures of their guardians…"
"So what?" shot Snape, "That's not in our power, if the students decided to do that we can't do anything to stop them."
"Yes, but some parents might not want their children going to Hogsmeade." Lily replied.
"And why is that, Ms. Evans?" he sneered.
"Well, by giving the children access to places like Zonko's… well, have you some of their products? I swear that exploding taffy hurts your gums so much…"
"I can put a spell on the permission forms that will disallow forging," announced Dumbledore.
"There, see Evans?" Snape sneered before continuing, "Now, on Sat-"
"Um, I wasn't finished," she yelled interrupting him, "Also, Mr. Lang who works and The Three Broomsticks have spotted students doing drugs on his property."
He laughed, "Mr. Lang? That guy is as sane as Eric the Oddball!"
Kevin Collas, who was the Gryffindor Prefect narrowed his blue eyes at Snape, "Mr. Lang happens to be a family friend of mine. He wouldn't lie about things such as drugs."
"I agree," Courtney stated.
"We should find out the names of those Slytherins and ban them from the village!" Lily shouted, banging her fist on the table.
"Did Mr. Lang say they were Slytherins?" asked Snape, cocking an eyebrow.
"No, but-"
"SO, YOU WERE JUST ASSUMING THAT-"
"You know perfectly well that I wasn't suggesting that-"
"SO YOU THINK THAT ALL SLYTHERINS ARE SCUM-"
"I – wait, no! That entirely out of the point!"
"BASING YOUR OPINIONS ON STEREO-TYPES-"
"SNAPE-"
"WE AREN'T ALL BAD!"
"I KNOW!"
"SO HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT IT WAS SLYTHERINS? IT COULD BE GRYFFINDOR'S…"
"I KNOW IT COULD BE!"
"THEN WHY DID YOU-"
"I DIDN'T MEAN TO!"
"OH, TRUST ME, YOU DID!"
"I THINK I KNOW WHAT I MEANT!"
"WELL, YOU AREN'T ALWAYS RIGHT!"
"AND YOU ARE? OH RIGHT, HOW COULD I FORGET? YOU'RE MISTER KNOW-IT-ALL!"
"AT LEAST I DON'T DITCH PEOPLE-"
Lily gaped at him, suddenly it seemed like everyone else in the room was gone; "YOU – YOU ASSHOLE! I TOLD YOU I WASN'T READY! I TOLD YOU IT WAS DIFFICULT FOR ME!" she burst out tears, "I'M SORRY, REALLY I AM, BUT I WARNED YOU!"
He tried to ignore the tears, "I GAVE YOU A CHOICE BEFORE WE LEFT-"
"I DIDN'T WANT TO DISAPPOINT YOU!"
"SO YOU DECIDED TO DITCH ME INSTEAD-"
"That wasn't part of the plan," Lily replied, her voice now lowering as it was drowned by tears.
Snape went to open his mouth but before he could a voice cut in: "I think that's quite enough, everyone back their dorms," sounded Professor Binns, "Severus, Lily, I would like you two to stay."
Everyone piled out the door in whispers, Lily caught her name in their convocations. She sniffed her nose and looked up at Snape who was sitting across from her; he was looking at Binns at the end of the long table.
The old man rubbed his temples, sighing annoyingly. "Look," he said, "I don't know what happened between you two in that common room. Quite frankly I don't want to know what happened – it isn't any of my business. However, I had given you two a chat at the beginning of the year about setting examples for those of young age. I'm no expert but," he voice started to raise, "What, in Merlin's name, makes you think that bring personal issues into a school meeting?"
Snape went to explain, he was cut of again by the headmaster; "If you can't live with each other peacefully I'll get people to replace you. I don't have time for the 'he did it' 'she did it' game. For goodness sake, you're almost done school! Do you think in the real world if you don't like your co-workers that your boss comes out with his wand and shoos' them away?"
"Professor-"
"By all means, he will not! You have to live with it!"
There was silence, "Professor?" asked Snape.
Professor Binns first looked at Lily, there was black, running lines down her face from her green eyes to her chin. Then, he stared at Snape, "Yes?"
The short-black-greasy-haired boy replied, "I would like to be refrained from my position as Head Boy."
