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Chapter 15
Or,
Of Shitty November, Snowy December and Scented Notes.

November was a boring month. Uneventful days passed and those uneventful days turned into uneventful weeks, and before you knew it, it was December already. Everybody knew it was December simply because of the Christmas tree's piled outside Hagrid's Hut- he always cut them down a week before they were due to be put up because they took a long time to cut down, even for a half giant. It had also started to snow. People rushed to the windows during class, and if they were lucky enough to have a free, they rushed to the nearest window possible, and they were greeted with pure snow fluttering down from the heavens. It was a perfect scene, and Hogwarts looked truly picturesque; the snow was coating the turrets of each tower, and there were footprints dancing their way up and down the pathways of the castle. There even was a snowman grinning, and saluting the passers-by, outside the entrance to the castle.

Everybody, James Potter in particular, hoped that December would be a lot more hadn't progressed in his hopeful relationship with Lily; in fact, it had taken a nose dive off the Gryffindor Tower. Lily had been giving the James the cold shoulder, in James' opinion. She hadn't been coming out of her room very often and when she did, she was with Isabelle or Alice, and she hurriedly left once her wandering eyes landed on him. It was really getting to James; he was upset that Lily had opted for this take on their pending relationship, rather than the enthusiastic side. He wasn't just upset; he was annoyed, very annoyed that Lily hadn't told him why or what was wrong; she didn't even have the decency to tell him that it was going to take her longer than the time he'd given her so far (three weeks, to be precise, and James thought that was a lifetime). He was starting to give up on her. He'd avoided all parties that Gryffindor had held, hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, nor had he indulged in his Casanova ways. He was doing this for Lily, and she was showing no appreciation of this at all.

James Potter had spent his November pissed off and stressed, and trying ever so hard to perfect his skills at being nicer, romantic, and less of a whore. However, James' interpretation and observation skills weren't so perfect. They were nowhere near perfect, in fact, and that caused him most of his problems.

Sirius Black had had just a good November as James. His grades took a plummet, despite the fact he always excelled in all of his classes (surprisingly to everybody, his teachers mostly) and he still had no progress in getting Isabelle back on his side. He wasn't helping himself though, as he still had his Casanova, Bad boy, attitude and he did nothing what so ever to hide it from anybody.

To understand why Sirius had been having a bad November thus influencing his grades and his excelled Casanova attitude, we must explore the causes of his moody blue attitude. Sirius Black had a love for all things that could erase the pain he felt without evoking any new emotions. Sirius hated emotions, he never understood them, and if he did feel them, they always ended up hurting him; which is why he always avoided them, by sleeping around with girls who swooned over him, then dropping them like they were hot plates. This is where things get complicated- Isabelle Babineaux came along. Sirius thought the feeling he was experiencing was just attraction, as Isabelle was like a goddess to him; with her perfect blonde hair Sirius could imagine running his hands through, and those piercing blue eyes that would light up like lumos when she smiled. As Sirius had never experienced love, at all, he didn't know that what he was feeling were the feelings that occurred before love- and this scared Sirius to hell and back. He felt this magnet pulling him towards her all the time, this spark occurred when she smiled at his jokes and flirted back, and that stomach swooping sensation that occurred when she agreed to go on a date with him to the ball.

The welcome to Hogwarts ball is where it all went wrong. And you're about to find out why.

Isabelle was the first to walk down the stairs, and Sirius couldn't stop the grin that climbed its way onto his face, he also could stop the pounding in his chest either.

Her hair was tied up in a messy bun on the side, but it looked perfect. Her dress scarlet red and fit her sexy figure properly. It hugged her slim waist, and puffed out slightly over her curvy hips, coming to an end below the knee.

He loved it.

Her eyes fixed on Sirius. He'd risen as soon as she had entered the room, and Isabelle had never seen him looking so god damn sexy. He was wearing a grey suit, with tight fitted grey pants and a pristine white shirt, with a snug grey jacket. His tie was red, much like Isabelle's dress; but she'd never told him the colour, so he'd clearly guessed. It was cute. His hair was in its usual 'bed hair' style, and his fringe hung delicately over his smoky grey eyes; they were sparkling with delight, and something that looked like shock.

Isabelle wanted to kiss him. But she didn't. She approached him slowly, and smiled when he kissed her on the cheek, then offered her his arm.

"You ready?"

"Yes."

They left, hand in hand, and walked down to the Great Hall. Isabelle was stunned by how nervous Sirius seemed- Lily and Alice had warned her about Sirius' ways, they told her how he is a nice guy, but he treated girls like toys and disposed of them as soon as he'd had his way. Isabelle hoped she could handle him, break those habits, even- she was falling for Sirius, despite the fact she told herself not to fall for boys and to get her studies done, but Sirius Black found his way into her life.

The night was going perfect. Sirius was showing a side he had never shown before, and as time went on, he got more comfortable with letting his guard down. He let his heart take over his head- he refused to believe that love was a bad thing, like his parents had told him growing up, and he told himself love was what you needed- and Sirius was determined to make this love- if that was what it was- work.

A Beauxbatons boy, who Isabelle knew very well, asked her for a dance. Isabelle obliged, and reluctantly, so did Sirius. He sauntered off to the bar, grabbing himself a drink, and watching Isabelle adoringly. Sometime during his daze, a pretty Ravenclaw- whose name Sirius had completely forgotten- approached him and asked for a dance. Sirius and the girl danced for a long time, Sirius saw the back of Isabelle's hair and red dress, so he continued dancing with the girl. They laughed, and he kept calling her 'sweetheart' or 'honey' simply because he'd forgotten her name.

Isabelle, who was actually sat at a table, watched on with horror. Sirius had mistaken Isabelle for another blonde, slim, female, also wearing a red dress. This girl, whose name was still unknown, had leaned in for a kiss and threw herself upon Sirius. After a few seconds of stunned silence, Sirius pushed her back.

It was too late. Isabelle was gone. It was over.

Sirius replayed their argument over and over in his head several times a day since the day it actually happened. Sirius had begged her to listen, begged her to understand, but Isabelle had simply called him a whore, and somebody she wouldn't dare trust. So, once his emotions had been toyed with- and that was how Sirius was seeing it- he lapsed back into his old ways.

He slept around. But, most importantly, he slept with the pretty Ravenclaw. And everybody knew about it, for Sirius Black's sex life was no secret.

Lily's and Alice's November had just been boring, not exactly upsetting or distressing. Well, apart from the pureblood and muggleborn deaths that had occurred- there had been at least ten since the last murder, and they were all purebloods murdered because they'd married Muggleborns or associated with them. It worried Lily and Alice, but they didn't dwell on it too much, they both had loads of work to do considering they were both going home for the holidays and work would be a taboo.

After their night out, they had agreed to only go out on special occasions. Lily had endure a migraine during her Defence Against the Dark Arts test, which resulted in her falling asleep and having an extra load of work on top of everything else.

And Lily was no indulging of another 'Operation: Ignore James Potter.'

It was now the 2nd December, snow was ankle deep for most people, and knee deep if you were small like Lily. That was why Lily hated the snow. It was always too deep for her, and she got wet and cold, making her miserable and unpleasant to be around. She hated having to go outside for divination, and then coming back over to the castle for charms. She'd always get hit by snowballs too, and that just tipped her over the edge. As if on cue, Lily was hit by a snowball imprinted with a smiley face.

Lily was not smiling. "Oi, whoever threw that, has a detention tomorrow evening!" Lily yelled, turning to see James grinning.

"Aw, come on Lily, let me off!" James begged, pulling a cute face.

Lily looked down and distracted herself by brushing the snow off her sleeve. "I'll let you know when your detention is." And with a shiver, she walked away; she was as quickly as her small legs would allow, so she could reach the common room and the seat beside the fire before she got frost bite. James watched the distressed looking red head scurry away with a mixture of emotions; he was worried about her, but at the same time he was so annoyed that she could treat him this way- she was acting so cold towards him lately- and he wanted to know why.

The Marauder snowball fight was a traditional snowball fight that took place on the first day of snowfall, then it went on to take place every day until the snow melted away- they would charm the snow into allsorts, and it was the best thing to watch- although you best watch out for the stray snowballs that occasionally found their way into the crowd. James was distracted all the way through the Marauder snowball fight; he lost to Peter, and that never happened- maybe Remus, because he was fantastic at charms, but never to Peter.

James walked away from the crowd, from the girls that were smiling suggestively, and from all the guys that wanted high-fives. He was sick and he wanted to sort everything out with Lily- she was his priority.

A voice followed James through the busy halls. "Prongs, what's wrong?"

It was Sirius. James turned around and sighed. "Nothing, mate, I'm just tired."

Sirius scoffed. "You're a liar."

"It's Evans."

Sirius rolled his eyes; it's always bloody Evans. "What's going on now?" He asked, despite the fact he didn't really care; James moaned constantly about Lily, and if Sirius was being honest, he was wasting his time completely with that girl. But he asked to make his friend better.

"She's being so cold toward me lately and I don't understand why!" James kicked the wall beside him and growled in frustration.

"Prongs calm down. You're going to have to talk to her if it's making you this pissed off."

"You think I should?" James asked.

Sirius nodded. "Yes. Just talk to her."

James smiled slightly and he and Sirius walked up to the common room, discussing their tactics for the upcoming quidditch game. It was funny the way boys could easily change topic to something unimportant. The common room was dead except for Lily, Isabelle, Alice, and Frank, as people were still outside admiring the snow.

When James and Sirius walked in the common room, their loud voices filled the room immediately and it was obvious who it was. Alice nudged Isabelle discretely, who stood up and left the room in a hurry, yet with grace and dignity which she did have- despite the fact it was extremely obvious why she'd left. Lily was too immersed in her book to notice that Isabelle had departed so hastily because of Sirius, but when Alice whispering something to her, she looked up.

"Sorry, did you say something?" Lily asked, shutting her book.

"I asked for the time." Alice replied.

Lily frowned. "You're wearing a watch."

"Evans!" James yelled from where he and Sirius were standing. Lily's eyes flashed up to James and then back to Alice- who mouthed the words 'I'm sorry.'

Lily sighed. I can't ignore him forever, I suppose. "Yes?"

He flashed his signature, lopsided grin. "Come to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?"

Lily rolled her eyes at Alice, standing up. "Your detention is tomorrow evening at six o clock, in Professor Slughorn's office."

James rolled his eyes; there was no way he was attending that. "Come on, Evans; come to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow!"

The guy just won't take a bloody hint! "No thanks, James." Lily replied as kindly as she could.

"Awww, you're breaking my heart here! Why won't you come with me, Evans?"

"I've already got plans, James." And with an apologetic look toward Alice for leaving her alone with Frank, she walked upstairs to her dorm. Before she could shut the door, James was at it.

"Evans, what the hell is wrong with you? One minute you're telling me to give you time, and the next you're acting as if we're back in fifth year where we hate each other! Can't you make up your bloody mind?!" He asked, leaning against the doorframe. He looked mad, as well as upset.

Lily was shocked at his words, but she didn't like the accusations- she had a perfectly valid reason for her attitude, and if she didn't, it was still her attitude and her decisions. "Nothing is wrong, Potter. Yes, I asked for time. I appreciate the space you've given me, but I've made up my mind."

James' face fell. She doesn't want me, at all. It…was all lies. "And you didn't think to tell me?!" James shouted.

"I…I didn't think it would matter!"

"Lily, I love you, isn't that something to you? And you just think you can 'make up your mind' then not tell me?! Lily, that's fucking disgusting!"

The pain was evident in his voice and Lily winced, she hated seeing him like this. "James, no I didn't mean not to tell you. I didn't. I was going to, I was! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry isn't enough, I'm done with you, Evans. I am done!" James stormed from the doorway of Lily's dorm and ran into the boy's dormitory; he dived onto his bed and buried his face into his pillow. He hated the fact Lily wouldn't talk to him, and he hated the fact she just dumped him- she'd made it sound like they were going to get together. Just forget about her James, go with somebody who wants you, there are plenty people out there. He thought and he was right. If Lily didn't want him, there were plenty of girls out there who did want him; plenty who would do anything for him. He knew what he had to do- he had to go back to his Casanova, playboy, quidditch star, life. A life without Lily Evans.

Lily didn't let James think about his life ahead of him anymore, it wasn't like she knew what he was thinking, she just couldn't sit in her room knowing she'd really hurt his feelings. She burst into the boy's dorm, hoping it was just James inside- thankfully, it was. James jumped up and sighed when it was a frantic looking Lily in the middle of the room.

"What do you want?" He snapped- he was in no mood to be chatting with her.

"James, I'm sorry. No, don't say a thing- listen to me." She snapped back. "I really am sorry. I was avoiding you, I was giving you the cold shoulder and leaving a room when you entered, and I am sorry for that. I didn't think it would get to you as much as it has. I'm stubborn and I'm an idiot. I refuse to believe you love me! I simply refuse to think that you- James Potter, the perfect guy with the perfect face, the perfect grades and the perfect quidditch skills- can even think about me! But me and you can never become and 'us', James."

James looked into the eyes of the girl who was standing and pouring her heart out to him- her eyes said a lot more than the words she spoke; the green orbs gave away secrets Lily wouldn't daren't tell.

"Why can't we be an 'us', Lily? What is stopping us?" James yelled- no matter how vulnerable Lily looked, he was made that she just wouldn't give him a chance!

"Because of this!" Lily chucked a box at James and with his brilliant seeker reflexes, he caught it.

"A fucking box full of paper? Is this some muggle thing?" James scoffed and Lily ran from the room again tears streaming down her face.

James looked at the paper more carefully. They were newspaper articles. He read some of them.

"Pureblood family murdered.
A pureblood girl along with every member of her family murdered due to a marriage to a muggleborn."

"Brutal Murder
A pureblood boy was tortured and left to die because of his relationship with a muggleborn, who was expecting children."

All the stories were the same; families murdered due to pureblood and muggleborn interaction. There was another piece of paper at the bottom of the box with his name on it, it was pink and had a sweet scent. James picked it up and turned it over so he could read the note, it read:

"I'm not going to let this happen to you."

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