I Hate Everything about You
Chapter ten: Intoxicating
Lily was alone in the common room the next night, practicing her charms homework.
The fire cast shadows against the stone walls heating up the room, and illuminating her form on the red couch.
"Bloody arse hole, ignoring me all day after last night…" she muttered to herself as she repeated wand movements over and over.
She had spent the entire day trying to catch James' eye but he was obviously and deliberately ignoring her. She even tried to corner him in the hall and he somehow found a way out.
Suddenly, the common door opened and he came in.
Lily smiled, his hair was wild, his shirt was rolled up at the sleeves and his tie was loose around his smooth neck.
"James." She said shortly.
"Hey Lily," he replied to tired to even sneer at her; he plopped down on the couch opposite her. He sunk into the soft fabric, letting out a sigh.
She put down her wand and stared at him; looking into his golden hazel eyes that usually burned with life…they were cold.
"You found out…didn't you?" she said softly, running a hand through her hair.
"Yeah…I heard it around school and she just came and told me…" his voice was soft but hard.
Lily just looked at him, staying quiet.
"…she didn't even sound sorry, like I was some side dish that she can just throw away," He put his elbow on his knees and let his head fall down to face the floor, "and the worst part is…God, I sound like a pansy."
He stopped, looking up at Lily, whose face was filled with sympathy.
"I don't need your pity Evans…I don't even know why I'm telling you all this," he stood up and began to make his way to his room.
"I don't pity you?!" Lily said confused at his sudden mood swing.
"Bugger it then, just say it, say 'I told you so'" he turned around glaring at her.
"I wasn't going to say that either," Lily was beginning to get angry.
"Then what Evans, what to you sodding want from me!?" his eyes were golden swirling with fiery anger.
"are you effen' bi-polar!" she yelled back, taking a step towards him.
"Evans, I can't stand you!" Lily took yet another step closer to the steaming man…they were nose to nose.
"Shut up Potter just, shut up!" He eyes flashed with anger.
"You know what Evans!? I would rather have my heart broken a million times than go out with a selfish arrogant girl like you!" his sweet breath puffed across her face, and she opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly his hand was covering her mouth.
"Evans, don't say a word, I don't even want to hear it," he pulled his hand away from her mouth and turned his back on her, disappearing into his room.
The slam of the door, echoed through the common room, and Lily numbly picked up her wand again.
She tried the incantation again and when nothing happened she cursed loudly, and ran a hand through her long waves.
Sticking her wand into her back pocket she stalked out of the common room, ready to just let go.
It was late, the moon was bright outside the large window and James was watching as the flames of the fire flickered across the dark common room.
He couldn't sleep, his thoughts had continued to drift back to Anna Christine, and the way she had used him.
He had known that Anna and Lily had hated each other from the start, but he had honestly believed that Anna was different from Lily. More honest, sincere, and he had been wrong.
The common room door slammed shut and James' head snapped up, before his mouth curved into an amused smile.
Lily stumbled into the common room, her clothes wrinkled, her hair and makeup mussed, and reeking of alcohol.
"Jamsie-poo!" she exclaimed reaching toward him, but tripping slightly.
"Lily, where have you been?" he asked standing up, and leading her over to the couch where she plopped down dramatically.
"Who are you my father?" she said with a glare before widening her eyes and saying, "not that I would mine you being my…daddy."
"Are a bi-polar drunk?" James asked, taking a cautious step away from her.
"I am not drunk James-bloody-Potter," she said standing up quickly before grabbing her head and moaning a little.
"Yeah and I'm the Easter rabbit," he said sarcastically, once again trying to ease her into a sitting position.
"Really?! Can you bring me a chocolate egg?" she asked with all seriousness.
"I am not really the Easter rabbit... Evans?" she said putting a cautious hand on her shoulder.
Tears began to fall from her eyes as she wailed, "Jamesie, why would you lie like that?!" and with that she promptly slumped in her seat unconscious.
The head boy groaned as he lifted her into his arms, her head lolled back as he carried her into her bedroom and laid her down in the middle of the bed. She curled into a ball and mumbled in her sleep; James shook his head and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.
And for some reason he was able to go to sleep, without another thought of Anna Christine Warner.