Recap
"Now that we are all fed and watered, off to bed with you all! Your classes await you in the morning" the students groaned at this prospect and a huge din arose at several hundred chairs were pushed back, "if I could see the heads please." Dumbledore added over the din.
Chapter Two
"No! Not Happening!"
Lily and James fought their way through the crowd up to the head table, in order to meet with the headmaster as he had requested. Dumbledore smiled warmly as they approached, Lily tiredly smiled back.
"Well congratulations to the pair of you on being appointed as head students," began the headmaster, "now I have a lot to fill you in on, but from the look of the pair of you, you would both like to go to bed?" Lily and James both nodded, "then I shall show you the way to your new dorms…unless, I guess correctly in assuming that you, Mr. Potter know the way?"
"I may sir." replied James, with a twinkle in his eye to rival Dumbledore's. Lily smiled slightly, amused by the conversation.
"Then I will kindly ask you to show the lovely Miss Evans the way then." said Dumbledore, before exiting the all.
"Well, lovely Miss Evans, if you would care to follow me." said James offering his arm to her, Lily giggled at his antics. Since when does Potter make me laugh! thought Lily, but shook it off, and continued to walk with him. They were enjoying a polite conversation, much to the amazement of both parties, when they were stopped by a small portion of the Marauders' official fan club. Fan-bloody-tastic, thought James as they approached, he pasted on a smile and patiently returned their stupid, flirtatious remarks, he didn't notice when Lily dropped his arm and moved about a meter away.
Lily had thought it was too good to be true, she looked over at the 'fan girls' and felt a pang of….jealousy? No way….if it wasn't jealousy, then why did she feel like going and telling those girls to bugger off? Cause she liked him? No! Not happening! I DO NOT like James!...do I? Oh I do, don't I? Now annoyed with herself, James Potter and the universe in general, she snapped at James that she was tired and wanted to go to bed.
James looked at her, confused by her sudden change in demeanor, said goodbye to the worshiping fan girls much to their disappointment (and much to his delight). And once again offered his arm to the 'lovely Miss Evans'. Lily did not laugh this time and James sighed, he thought that he had gotten her to open up a bit, evidently not; she had reverted to calling him Potter and snapping at him. Maybe he should just give up, he thought as they arrived in front of a portrait of a young flower girl.
"Please select a password." requested the portrait of a young witch.
"Lily Potter." James said quickly, and before Lily could contradict his decision the portrait opened. James gave Lily a lopsided grin and walked inside quickly before she could snap at him. Lily rolled her eyes and walked into the room. Suddenly she felt as though she had had the wind knocked out of her. The room was spectacular, the walls were cream and all the beautiful furniture in the room was red trimmed with gold. There were three doors along one side of the room; two of them had gold plaques on them. One read James and the other Lily. Lily entered her room.
It was perfect, that walls were a soft mauve, and there was a teak four-poster with white hangings and cushions. In one corner there was a beautiful teak desk and in another a pile of huge cushions that she could sit on while she read. There was a bookshelf that ran at eye level along one of the wall adjacent to the desk, near the door she had entered through there was another, she opened it and looked in at a huge bathroom, bigger than the prefects one.
Looking across she saw James looking as amazed as she was, he looked up at her and she quickly closed the door and retreated to her room. She was confused about James, all day he had been mature and then he had to go and ruin it by flirting with those stupid, ditzy girls. Which was the real James? Should she give him a chance at last?
"Night Lily!" called James, hoping for a response.
"Good night... James." Lily called back, still confused.
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A week later James was lying in bed, staring up at the top of his four-poster. All week he had been nice to Lily but she continued to be distant and or seemingly reluctant to give her friendship. Maybe I should just give up.
"Sirius Black." he said directly to a small square mirror, the aforementioned Marauder's face appeared replacing his own, "Sirius mate, you better tell Remus to hand over those 5 galleons he now owes you. You won the bet! I, James Potter, give up on Lily Evans."
Up in the Gryffindor boys' dorm Sirius was speechless, Remus looked at him questioningly and Sirius handed over the mirror.
"Prongs mate, what have you said to ACTUALLY make Padfoot shut up?"
"I told him that I, James Potter give up on Lily Evans." Remus dropped the mirror in surprise. James rolled his eyes and after breaking the contact went to bed. So that's it, he thought as he drifted off to sleep, The End. She wins, I. Give. Up.
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Oh, I do like him! Lily once again concluded her inner debate, the same argument she had been having with herself since she had that dream, the night before school started. Next time he asks me out…I'll say yes. I'll give him a chance!
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I give up. She wins.
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I'll give him a chance. He wins.
Lazy shit's note; I am much better at being a lazy shit than I am at writing, if lazy shittyness was an Olympic sport, I would be the gold medalist. Enough about me: the above chapter is probably crap.
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