I Hate Everything about You
Chapter eight: Gasping
Lily flicked her wrist, her wand swishing through the air elegantly sending off a deep purple glow to the rabbit that she was turning into a footstool. McGonagall was walking around the class room, correcting people's incantations and wand movements.
"Well done Ms. Evans," the strict professor looked down at Lily's perfect footstool with sharp eyes.
"Thanks Minnie, but it's only because you're such a bloody uh-mazing teacher," Lily smiled cheekily up at her teacher.
The professor's straight mouth twitched upward slightly before she said sharply, "language Ms. Evans and continue working."
Lily grinned as her teacher walked away, before setting her footstool on the ground and propping her feet up to watch everyone else in the class. Sirius' footstool had a fluffy tail on the end and he was trying to get rid of it before McGonagall came around to him.
Peter wasn't in this class because it was advanced Transfiguration and he hadn't qualified. Remus had finished his footstool already and was working on other school work; Hestia was beside Lily glaring at her friend's finished footstool while trying to keep her rabbit from hopping away.
Lily's eyes finally fell on James. His ebony hair was sticking up everywhere, as if he was particularly stressed, his eyes were focused and his brows were furrowed together. She heard him say the incantation correctly but when he swung his wand it curved too quickly, it was supposed to be a slow smooth arch. She looked around for McGonagall who was helping a poor Hufflepuff who had accidently made his rabbit invisible.
The Head girl got up with a smile and sauntered over to where James sat, leaning against his desk, watching as he grimaced as he realized who it was above him.
"What Evans, come to brag about your Transfiguration skills," he didn't look up at her.
"Actually I came to help you," she smiled as he looked up at her in surprise.
She bent down and covered his large hand with her smaller one, guiding his arm into a smooth curved arch.
"Now do that, and say the spell," she smiled at him, loving the way his eyes were like sweet melted honey.
"Whatever you say Evans," His mouth formed the words perfectly and his wand swooped in a perfect arch. His rabbit glowed purple for a second before turning into a plush gold footstool with purple silk fabric over the top.
"Wow, thanks Evans," He smiled up at her for the first time, his heart stopping grin was directed at her and she resolved to make him hers if it was the last thing she did.
"No problem Potter," She smiled widely back at him her emerald colored eyes sparkling.
"Ms. Evans get back to your seat," McGonagall snapped but Lily saw that the professor's eyes lingered on James' perfect footstool.
"Aye aye Minnie," Lily saluted the strict woman.
"Ms. Evans get out of my classroom," the teacher shook her head as the bell rang and as the red headed girl strutted out, Minerva let herself smile.
'I will not throw food, or flip off tables in the great hall.'
'I will not throw food, or flip off tables in the great hall.'
'I will not throw food, or flip off tables in the great hall.'
Lily monotonously wrote the sentence over and over on the parchment. She had already filled two pieces already and she was almost done with the third.
She and Sirius had been split up for their dentition's, so she was stuck with Slughorn writing lines, while Sirius was stuck with McGonagall scrubbing her floors.
"Ok Ms. Evans you can leave, see you tomorrow night," Slughorn yawned as he stood up and stretched, his weight moving a second slower than the rest of his body as he showed her out.
She stretched her hand; it was aching with the task of writing for two hours.
Suddenly she heard a thump from a nearby un-used classroom, she drew her wand cautiously. She slowly made her way towards the door, battling in her mind whether to burst in or peek in silently to determine the danger.
She firmly decided on the later.
She slowly turned the knob and eased open the door. What she saw made her mouth curl into a smirk and her eyes twinkle, two students heavily snogging.
'This could be fun,' she thought.
Then everything changed.
The boy, who had the girl pressed up against the wall, began to kiss the girls neck.
Ice blue eyes met emerald green.
Anna Christine smirked, her eyes locked on Lily's,
"Oh James," Anna moaned, her mouth curving maliciously.
Lily suddenly recognized the broadness of the shoulders, curve of the back muscles, and tapered hips. Anna Christine clutched at James' shoulders and as much as Lily wanted to turn away and run she couldn't.
It was like watching a car crash; she coulndn't tear her eyes away from the scene that was leaving her gasping for breath.
It was the final straw when Anna pulled James by his ebony hair to meet her mouth again, Lily watched as his hands, the same hands that she had held to help him during transfiguration, those elegant but strong hands pulled her enemy closer.
His hands grasped Anna's hips, pressing their bodys together tightly.
Lily's breath came back to her in a one swoop, and she held her stomach, as she gasped for breath.
Her heavy breathing didn't stop the kissing couple, and she was finally able to ease the door shut.
She put her wand back in her pocket and walked slowly back to the heads common room. She fell into her bed numbly, her clothes sill on, and she went to sleep.
Not realizing that tears were falling from her eyes.