A/N: I'm baaaaaack, and this chapter is just a little short but yeah.
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missgeorgeweasley

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter, cause then I
could buy a new bass :(


Another day in June, we'll pick eleven for football

We're playing for our lives the referee gives us fuck all

I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines

Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds

"Here comes the Gryffindor team! Potter, Black, Jones, Diggory, Prewitt, Prewitt aaaaaaand Coote! Potter's got a good team going on this year, much better than that of Slyth- okay, sorry!" Hailey Jordan said, grabbing the microphone back from Professor McGonagall. "Anyway, here comes Slytherin. Malfoy, Yaxley, Snape, Black, Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle – going for a bit more of size there, aren't you Malfoy?" Hailey commented, sniggering.

Sirius and I started laughing, poking our tongues out at the Slytherins. Madame Hooch glared at us and shushed the Slytherins.

"Captains shake hands," she ordered. Yaxley stood up and grasped my hand, crushing it beneath his beefy fingers. "You know what kind of game I want, boys," Hooch warned, eyeing us.

"'A nice clean game,'" Yaxley and I chorused, glaring at each other.

"That's right, now – mount your brooms," Hooch said. We climbed aboard our brooms and I felt the familiar sensation as the wind rushed through my air. I opened my mouth and let the wind fill it up, my cheeks growing cold and my saliva evaporating.

Madame Hooch blew her whistle and threw the quaffle up in the air; the game had started. My team knew exactly what to do, and before long it was 180-150 our way. The Slytherins were being bullies, and Madame Hooch was giving us fuck all.

"Penalty Hooch! Come ON Gryffindor!" Hailey shouted. I sped up, and smashed into Yaxley. I grabbed the quaffle from his hands as he rubbed his side where I smashed him and flew to the other end of the pitch. I threw the quaffle as hard as I could.

Bellatrix swooped to her left, her slim fingers stretching out to catch the quaffle but she had anticipated the timing wrong. The quaffle slipped from her fingers just as she closed her hand.

"And Gryffindor score again! Leaving them now forty ahead at 190-150," Hailey screamed, his voice barely audible over the loud cheers of the Gryffindors.

Shouts of "GO, GO GRYFFINDOR! GO, GO GRYFFINDOR!" filled the stadium and I beamed. Suddenly, in the corner of my left eye, I saw a flicker of gold.

I searched out Diggory and then started screaming.

"Oi, Goldy! Use your lefty, mate!" the Slytherins looked around in confusion, unaware that our secret code. We all called Diggory "Goldy" because of his hair, but it came to use when speaking about the snitch. It was to his left, so by simply yelling out "use your lefty," he knew what I meant and where it was! It was foolproof, and within the time it took the Slytherin Seeker Parkinson so realise what had happen Diggory had swooped upon the little golden ball and claimed the victory.

Landing on the ground, it was hard to see who was who. Everyone was jumping on everyone, and I could hear Sirius shouting something about a party.

The common room was in uproar. Peter and Remus had snuck out to get drinks from the Three Broomsticks and it seemed as though someone had spiked a couple of the Butterbeers, as Sirius was looking a bit tipsy and kept coming on to Gwen Jones who he knew hated him and he hated her back.

I accepted the drink Hailey was pushing into my hands with a blind eye. Where was Lily? I scanned the room, looking for her gorgeous eyes. Suddenly, I saw her. She was standing on what the partiers called the 'sidelines', and her dark mascara made her eyes look huge.

I grinned and walked over to her, my hand outstretched. She smiled at the action, and slipped her hand in to mine, her soft touch sending static through my body.

"I was wondering when you'd see me," she whispered into my ear as she led me up to my dormitory.

"I have to share myself around now, don't forget that. I am the Quidditch star, you can't hog me to yourself," I teased, kissing her ear softly.

"Sharing yourself with whom, may I ask?"

"Oh you know, the sluttier girl of the school…" I joked. She slapped me playfully on the arm, smiling slightly.

"Am I not slutty enough for you?" she asked as her eyebrows rose.

"Not in the slightest,"

"That can change though," she whispered, pulling my face close to hers. She kissed me tenderly on the mouth, her lips dancing across mine. I groaned at the feeling she was giving me and lifted her up so her legs were wrapped around my hips.

"This brings me back to historical deeds…as well your mascara," I whispered before slamming the door shut and blocking out the noise outside. I focused my attention on the girl, no, woman in front of me and smiled.

"Loof you, Lily Evans."
"Whatever the hell that means, I feel the same James Potter," Lily said before pulling me back down onto top of her. We heard a faint cheer from the common room, but all else was blocked out as we shared our feelings in way other than words.


A/N: Did you like? I admit, that last line is a rather raunchy one on my part, but i thought it was the best way to end it :P
Hope you liked it, please review!!!!!!
hugs,
missgeorgeweasley

p.s Special call -out to my favourite little author, thesunwillshine, who
shares that "loof you" joke with me :D loof you teapotxxxx