I've procrastinated this assignment far too long. I hate life.
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Summary: "You don't have anything to say about it. You're not her friend anymore. I am."
Rating: T
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None.
Attack
Lily, who had been trying to do her reading for sixth-year Defence Against the Dark Arts, heard the voice and looked up. She had been sure she was in a secluded area, hidden behind the greenhouses.
Quickly realising that the voice she had heard had been on the other side of the greenhouse, and therefore couldn't have been directed at her, she settled back down to her textbook.
She'd just found her place when she heard the voice again.
"Bugger off!"
She snapped her book shut and stood. She knew that voice.
Rounding the greenhouses, she peeked around the corner and stared in surprise at the scene before her.
Snape had his wand trained on Potter, who's wand was nowhere in sight. A quick scan of the grounds revealed that it was some ten feet away, obviously where it had fallen from a Disarming spell.
"You stay away from Lily, you got that?" Snape sneered, his knuckles white as he gripped his wand. "She doesn't love you—and she won't love you, if I have anything to say about it."
Lily did not want to hear this. Instinctively, she reached for her wand.
Potter snorted. "You don't have anything to say about it." He stated levelly. "You're not her friend anymore. I am."
"You shut your mouth, Potter!" There was spit flying from Snape's mouth as he all but screamed the words. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm the one with the wand here. You're unarmed."
"Yeah," Potter snorted in derision, "only because you Disarmed me while my back was turned." This made sense—Lily knew Potter to be good enough at duelling that only a very skilled duellist (Snape was good, but not as good as Potter) could have Disarmed him while he was facing them. "Besides, I don't think Lily would approve of you ambushing her friends. I happen to know from experience that nasty things happen to people who do that."
Snape sneered. "She's not here to see. And she won't hear about it, because I'm going to make sure you're not capable of talking after I'm through with you."
James's eyebrows rose. "Oh, really?" He nodded his head over toward where Lily was standing, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. "'Cause, you know, there's a Prefect right over there. I don't think she'd really stand by and let you mutilate me, would she?"
Snape's head jerked around. His eyes met Lily's—just as shocked as her own—before he scowled, lowered his wand, and spat, "Consider yourself lucky, Potter." and turned on his heel, disappearing into the castle.
"You okay, Evans?" Potter asked, looking between her and Snape.
Lily was staring after her ex-best friend, disbelief running rampant around what she had just seen.
"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine."
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