A/N: Here it is!
Discalimer:I don't own HP!
Chapter 6: Lily
My class schedule was hectic, the teachers were making life stressful, and Potter had been unnervingly quiet and un-annoying, but sixth year had been the best so far. It was something I happily realized a few weeks into school, and one that would soon be crushed and burned.
I had assumed that Saturday, October 10th would be a perfectly normal, hopefully wonderful, Hogsmead weekend. I was, least to say, wrong. It did start normally, though, so I blamed it on my attempt at being optomistic for once. This is just another in a line of many examples of why no one should ever listen to Alice.
I awoke early, mostly due to the chaos surrounding my dormmates and the word "Hogsmead." This word was also often quickly followed by the word "date," which every teenage girl should take as a signal for duck and cover; especially when you have a best friend like Marlene. I took a moment to observe the frantic disorder and rush that accompanied my friends' panic, sitting back on my bed and laughing quietly to myself as they went crazy.
Marlene, the ever-so-smooth, never flustered around guys one of our group, was frantically putting on eyeliner and swiping on her other makeup while striaghtening her hair. Alice was digging through her trunk, evidently looking for a perfect outfit, and the rest of the girls in our dorm were shuffling around in the same manner.
Sarah, one of the quieter and nicer of the other three girls in our dorm, gave me a smile as she exited the bathroom, untangling her auburn waves with a comb.
"Bathroom's open," she mouthed to me, giving me another smile. I nodded and smiled back, grabbing a pair of jeans and a random top, dodging and diving to avoid the psychos my roommates tranfsormed into for boys, barely making it into the bathroom. After a quick shower I slipped into my chosen clothes, taking a look at what I had absentmindedly grabbed. My pair of dark skinny jeans paired well with the dark grey baby-dool neck, three quarter sleeved tunic. I sighed, running a brush through my hair and saying a quick drying spell, leaving it down and curly. I looked in the mirror critically, trying to decide if makeup was worth the effort. I smeared on some mascara and left the bathroom.
"Lily!" Marlene nearly attacked me before steppign back and holding up two outfits. "Skirt and long sleeve," She lifted up a short, black ruffled skirt with a low cut, bright blue v-neck long sleeved shirt, "or jeans and cute top?" This time she held up black skinny jeans and a cute dark purple embellished tank top. I shrugged.
"Either one will look good, Mar." I told her honestly, searching for my comfortable tennis shoes under my bed. Marlene tutted and pulled on the outfit with the skirt.
"You aren't wearing those shoes," She told me, watching my search with a smirk. I turned around with narrowed eyes just in time to catch the dark brown boots she threw at me. They had a bit of a heel, which for me was too much of a heel. I glared. She smirked. I glared some more. She smirked some more. I sighed, slipping them on. Marlene threw me her brown jacket with a smirk, yet again, before slipping on her own black pumps.
Alice joined us on our way down, evidently having settled on a cute summer dress with a jacket and sandals. I imagined she expected her boyfriend to keep her warm when it inevitably turned chilly.
"Who're you going with?" She asked us both, a question that we obvisouly didn't need to ask her. Marlene was quick to respond.
"Lewis McCroughly, that sexy 7th year Ravenclaw." She was referring to Lewis, who I knew mildly well from Quidditch as he was a Chaser, who was undeniably handsome in a normal way. He was not her type. I refrained from asking her why she was going out with him, deciding instead to let it be and ask later when it would surely come out.
Alice looked at me expectantly.
"No one," I told her simply, ignoring her raised eyebrow, "I'm planning on restocking at Honeydukes and picking out a few more books." Alice and Marlene exchanged a tired look.
"Lily, honey," Alice began, "You're gonna have to date someone at some time, why not now?" I gave her a look that clearly read What are you, stupid?
They gave up and we continued on. I picked at my breakfast, mulling over what they had said. Dating... it had been something I had thought about, but it had honestly never been a real possibility. When I was younger the only boy I had known was Sev, and I didn't ever like him like that. Then, Potter had always been in the way of potential dates. But now... there was nothing in my way, nothing stopping me. Except OWLs. And the fact that I really didn't need any distractions. And that teenage boys were often very immature and stupid and not ready for relationships. And, it was so unnecessary. Marlene cut off my thoughts on the cons of dating by throwing something at Black, who appeared to be ignoring her.
I giggled quietly, watching the syrupy pancake slide down Black's face, coating his hair and skin in the sticky substance. He glaredwitheringly at Marlene who smiled innocently and wiggled her fingers at him before turning back to me and telling me the pros and cons of Hogsmead. I would have been listening intently, truly! But Potter's eyes met mine and for a few seconds I found myself lost in the sea of hazel, a gold speckled with green and brown. Alice gently nudged my foot and I snapped my eyes back to my plate, fighting the blush that was rising. My friends snickered. No! I reprimanded myself! That dang thing kept happening. And it wasn't just getting lost in his eyes, either. It was staring at his hair, or absentmindedly wondering about how he pulled off his glasses so handsomely, and it only got worse.
And this whole thing got started because we had to learn about Amortentia in potions and Potter was my assigned partner. Stupid stupid stupid Lily. I reprimanded myself. Because yes, learning about Amortentia hadn't been so bad until I had recognized the scents. My mom's cookies, a cinnamon-y smell and the Quidditch pitch. The last two had greatly confused me. Until Potter was moved to sit next to me and be my partner and I smelled those two scents on him. Kill. Me. Now.
When my friends continued to giggle and shoot me suggestive looks I glared, mumbling "Shuddup" which only served to make them laugh harder. They, of course, knew nothing of my Amortentia problems or my feelings on that matter. But they were both bright enough to know what was going on. Why couldn't I have stupid friends?
We got up after finishing our meals and met outside with the rest of third and above years, and after quickly passing by Filch, I watched my friends run off to meet their dates. I started off grabbing a carriage and groaning when the Marauders joined me. Then, thank Godric, a blessing came. A blessing with a crystalline bell voice, strawberry blonde curls and bright blue eyes.
"There still room in here, Lily?" Maybelle, my third roomate asked before hopping in, not waiting for an answer. She didn't need to, Maybelle was barely five feet tall and very tiny, which always made me wonder how she survived playing Chaser alongside Marlene. She squeezed inbetween Remus and myself, Black, Potter and Pettigrew sitting across from us. There were a few moments of awkward silence before Maybelle started up about the Quidditch season and Remus and I conversed about OWLs over her head.
When we piled out of the carriage the boys set off in the direction of Zonko's and Maybelle beamed at me.
"Wanna hang out toda, Lily?" The energetic girl, the youngest fifth year at Hogwarts, asked. I nodded, smiling as she drug me through the shops. Maybelle was a good friend of mine, if only because of the mutual horror of sharing a dorm with Trixie Callaghen, a pureblooded nightmare who, to put it nicely, had lots of boyfriends.
I couldn't remember the last time I had had that much fun at Hogsmead, something that had lost the new-shiny-toy quality at the end of fourth year. I tried to recall if I had ever been to Hogsmead with Maybelle, and realized that I never had. Which really wasn't all that surprising, the girl had social circles in nearly every year and house.
I had the best time in a little hand me down shop that had very...ostentanious clothing, we tried it on with the oddest combinations and looked at all the strange nick-nacks. Of course, that was tied with our run-in with Trixie.
Trixie has classic pureblood looks, sharp facial structure, defined cheekbones, long, thick, dark hair and dark eyes. She also used them for bad. As Maybelle put it, she was a "scarlet woman." She was also hoplessly slaving after Black, whom I had recently noticed seemed to be spending a bit too much time staring after Marlene
We were walking out from Honeydukes, both of our arms laden with sweets, when said "scarlet woman" nearly ran us over... Okay, so it may have partially been our fault because we were walking and talking to each other and couldn't really see around our load of candy, but the essence was the same.