(A/N): Hey Guys! So, this chapter was really hard for me to right, as you can probably tell by how crappy it is. Another chapter from lily's Point of View, but the next one will definitely be from Leo's point of view again. Don't take any of the jokes about James Potter to heart okay, I don't want to get flames about how he's really awesome and I shouldn't make fun of him, because I'm writing this from Lily's pov, and she hates him to begin with, remember?
I started this story in 2012. I was fourteen. Its been almost ten years. If you don't like something in the early chapters, it's not going to suddenly change ten years after I wrote it. If you're going to review this story with criticisms, please log in so I can actually reply to you and not have to leave messages like this in chapters so you might actually see it. And if you're just going to bash the story for being inaccurate, again, please remember that I was fourteen, I wasn't born in the 1960's, and I have never been outside of Australia. And some things are inaccurate because that's what people in that time period thought- not necessarily what I think, or know today.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Leo, Elaine, Nicholai and Quiggly.
Lily
I stood there, frozen, for a indeterminable amount of time before I spun on my heel and raced away, back to the Gryffindor common room, though as soon as I entered, I regretted that decision, because he was there. Not Leo, but someone almost as undesirable to me at this minute, James Potter. By the looks of it, Elaine had been talking to Remus, who was sitting beside of him on the couch about the assignment we'd received in Charms, seeing as she was standing beside them, a half-finished essay in her hand, and the three looked up as I entered. I stared at them for a second, and they stared back, before I rushed over to the stairs to the girls dorm rooms, scaling them quickly before pushing open the door and flopping face-down onto my bed, which was, thankfully, the closest one to the door.
"Lily?" I heard Elaine exclaim, presumably having followed me, and I realised now that tears had been streaming down my face for quite some time now. I felt her weight on the edge of my bed, and her hand rested on my back, moving up and down, trying to sooth me.
"Wow, Leo and you both burst into tears within half an hour of each other, around me. You know, I'm not really good at comforting people, maybe you should talk to him about this-?" I sat up abruptly, startling her.
"Why would I talk to him? He's the one who did this!" I flopped back onto the bed, and I could practically see Elaine stare at me, perplexed.
"But...you guys are best friends." I rolled my eyes into my pillow.
"We used to be!" I told her between sobs, my voice muffled slightly by the pillow that was pressed against my mouth.
"Well...what the hell happened to change it?" I tried to calm my sobs, and they did, but the tears still streamed down my cheeks, half-sad, half-angry, and I sat up to look her in the eyes as I told her everything that had happened, since they had left during breakfast. When I went to tell her about our fight, however, I couldn't meet her eyes any longer, and dropped my gaze to my clasped hands where they sat on my lap.
"Lily...he'll forgive you." My head snapped up and she quickly backpedaled. "I mean, if you choose to forgive him, he'll forgive you, but he won't make the first step. Every boy's the same, they put their pride before anything else." I nodded, hugging my pillow to my chest for comfort before looking up at her.
"What was Leo...you know...crying about?" I asked quietly, curious. Leo was a strong person, and wasn't exactly the type of person to burst into tears over something little. Elaine shrugged, her lips twitching up in the corner.
"I don't know, he wouldn't tell me." My eyebrows wrinkled together and I frowned. I may regret saying it, but Leo really was secretive.
"What were you talking about before, though?" She frowned, thinking back, and her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyebrows rising.
"I asked him what happened when the boys kidnapped him, and he said it was nothing. I told him he could tell me anything, and he just started crying. You should have seen my face, I swear, it was so bizarre I almost slapped him!" Her exclamation startled a chuckle from my lips, and I smiled slightly, imagining the situation she had been in. Having someone, a strong-willed someone she met only a week before, start crying right in front of her? I think I would have slapped him!
"That would have left him like-" I pulled a shocked face, and Elaine giggled quietly, trying to hide it with the back of her hand. "And you would have been like-" I put my hands to my face apologetically and shook my head quickly. "Sorry!" I squeaked, and Elaine chuckled before slapping me lightly on the arm.
"Hey, I know! Tonight, to cheer you up, we'll have a girls night! Just you, me, and James Potter!" I snorted loudly before falling off the side of my bed, cackling.
"Nice one, Elaine!" I cried between peals of laughter, holding a hand up to high-five her, which she quickly gave me.
"Yeah, well, he deserves it. Did you know, he wouldn't let me copy his Charms essay? What a dick!" I snickered, falling down again as I tried to climb onto the bed.
"Elaine! Watch your language please, if the teachers hear you they'll put you in detention with him, and you'll have to help him pick his outfit for the next day!" We fell down again, her on the bed, me on the floor, cackling, tears streaming down my face, this time in mirth instead of sadness. When our moods sobered after making several more jokes about James Potter, I looked up to where she sat on the bed.
"What if he doesn't forgive me?" I asked her quietly, and she rolled her eyes before tutting at me.
"Lily, you're his best freaking friend, if he doesn't forgive you, I'll hit him with a shovel and lock him in a broom closet myself!" I blinked before rolling onto my back.
"Thank you, Elaine. I don't know what I'd do without you." She rolled over, reaching an arm down, grabbing my hand to pull me up onto the bed, and we lay side by side on our backs.
"I know you'd still be crying, instead of laughing. I know you'd think that Leo's going to hate you forever, when really; you just had a little fight. I know you wouldn't be half as good at making fun of James!" I snorted and shook my head.
"Please, making fun of Potter is my specialty." She sighed, bit her lip and raised an eyebrow as if considering it.
"If that's what you consider a specialty, I'd love to see what you think you're bad at." I gasped and kicked her lightly in the shin, playfully.
"So rude!" I said, turning to look at her.
"That hurts, that hurts a lot." She said, placing a hand over her heart and nodding at me. We stared at each other for a few second before bursting into laughter yet again.
"And I bet you, Leo won't be having nearly as much fun as we are, because you're his best friend Lily, and he hasn't really got anyone else." I raised my eyebrow at her, confused.
"But what about you?" She shook her head quickly, looking shocked.
"Lily, I've only known him for a week! We don't have the same kind of connection you two have, and don't you believe for a second, a second, that I could ever take your place." I moved my gaze to the ceiling, staring at it as though, if I stared at it for long enough, it would tell me exactly what I had to do to get Leo back by my side.
(A/N): Please review and/or check out my other stories! Thank you to my three reviewers, Sand Paper Button, RandomLurker and Guest!
I started this story in 2012. I was fourteen. Its been almost ten years. If you don't like something in the early chapters, it's not going to suddenly change ten years after I wrote it. If you're going to review this story with criticisms, please log in so I can actually reply to you and not have to leave messages like this in chapters so you might actually see it. And if you're just going to bash the story for being inaccurate, again, please remember that I was fourteen, I wasn't born in the 1960's, and I have never been outside of Australia. And some things are inaccurate because that's what people in that time period thought- not necessarily what I think, or know today.