I Hate Everything about You

Chapter fourteen: Ripped

Remus knocked at the Head's common room door and was surprised when a devastated Lily ripped open the door.

Her dark red hair was messy and her eyes were dark and bloodshot, Remus could see the trails that her tears had followed down her face.

Lily quickly pulled him into the common room, and into her room, she didn't want James to come out and investigate who had arrived. As soon as she had closed her bedroom door behind them she threw herself into his arms, crying into his chest.

Remus wrapped his arms around her in a brotherly hug, comforting his friend.

"Remus, you were right, he hates me!" she cried.

"Lily…man up," Remus replied pulling her back to look her in the eye. "If you really are in love with James you're going to have to mature a little bit."

"Remus! I kissed him and he pushed me away, no one has ever pushed me away," She exclaimed with a frown, crossing her arms over her chest after wiping her face.

"That's exactly why you two are perfect for each other, he won't take any of your crap," the sandy haired man popped down onto her bed, crossing his arms behind his head. "But you need to deflate your head, the world doesn't revolve around you, and he needs to see that you're not all that bad…"

Lily watched as a plan began to form in Remus' brain.

"Okay it's time to begin plan, Seduce James Potter," The blue eyed man said sitting up with a mischievous grin.

"You never were good at naming the plans," Lily stated excitement sparking in her emerald eyes.

"Shut up and come here."

And so the plan began.

The following week Lily didn't say one word to James.

She smiled politely when needed and was as nice as possible, but she didn't speak to him.

She watched with amusement as James's mind began to spin.

At first he seemed relived, and relished in the fact that she wasn't talking to him but as the week wore on he began to fidget.

Lily watched as he stole glances at her from across the room, she observed the curiosity and frustration in his honey colored eyes. Remus was her constant confidant and he chuckled at James' irritation.

They watched as the plan played out perfectly.

On the eighth day Lily was reading an old worn book in the common room when James came storming in, slamming the common room portrait. A half grin spread across the Head Girls face, her eyes shinned with success.

"Bloody hell Evans, you make me so sodding mad…" James pulled at his ebony hair causing it to stand up in a windblown fashion.

"James I have been nothing but nice to you all week," the red head innocently retaliated.

"Exactly I expect you to be arrogant and pig-like after our encounter in the restroom," He had his back turned to her and she could see the frustration in his broad shoulders.

"Encounter?" Lily questioned naively.

"You know what I'm bloody talking about Evans," the Head boy's voice ripped through the common room angrily.

Lily stood up setting her book down, and came close up behind James.

"I'm just trying to get you to take me seriously," she replied softly and sincerely.

"Cut the shit Evans," he said his back still to her.

Lily turned her head away from him, holding her breath. She slowly raised her hand and put it softly between his shoulder blades, she felt him suck in a deep breath. As she exhaled she removed her hand, and turned on her heel, walking away from him she went into her room, the door closing firmly behind her.

James let out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair but pulled it out quickly realizing it was something she did.

He turned around and sneered at the fireplace, with its flames flickering happily.

He saw a worn book by on the coffee table, and with untamable curiosity he reached for it. Looking at the title he smiled,

"Pride and Prejudice," he said softly putting the book back down.

He shook his head and sighed as he made his way to his room.

"Remus it's not working," Lily hissed at her friend, whose face was shadowed in the disserted corridor that they were meeting at.

"Patience my child," he replied with a wide grin.

"Stop trying to sound wise," she glared at him, her eyes jewels in the dusty night.

"I am wise you crazy loon," he countered.

"Wise people don't use words like 'crazy loon'," a playful grin in the darkness.

"Touché."

Friendship.

A/N: SHORT! I know I can't help it. & James is being a butt, I understand but the Characters arn't ready yet. :] Thanks for being such amazing readers and reviewers. I love you all. Oh and PS: more Sirius in upcoming chapters...but he's busy with Hestia *Wink*