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Lemon Drops and Lilys by Elizabeth Lucia

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Format: Novel
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 4,113
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Humor, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Sirius, A. Longbottom, F. Longbottom, Lily, James
Pairings: James/Lily, Sirius/OC

First Published: 10/11/2011
Last Chapter: 10/06/2012
Last Updated: 10/06/2012

Summary:
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After being called a mudblood one too many times, Lily Evens has decided that her sixth year at Hogwarts is going to be a little different.  How?  She's not quiite sure yet.
 


Chapter 1: My first raid
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Petunia didn’t even come to the station.





 

 

 

 

 

She didn’t even show up to see me off. I’m not coming home until Christmas, and she didn’t come to say goodbye to me. She officially wants nothing to do with me. I suppose it was official when all my letters came back unopened first year. It was official in my third year when she threw out the chocolate frog I gave her for Christmas. I suppose it was official when she decided to spend the summer at her friend’s country home with her family after I got back from school last year. So clearly, she just doesn’t like me anymore.





 

 

 

 

 

No matter. I have plenty of friends, even if I did lose one last year. 





 

 

 

 

 

I don’t need help from a mudblood.





 

 

 

 

 

Yeah, Severous Snape is definitely out. But I still have Alice, who is undoubtedly snogging some bloke in a compartment, and will make him leave once I find them. Oh, Alice. 





 

 

 

 

 

Then there is Marlene and Mary, my other roommates. I’m better friends with Marlene than with Mary, but we’re all pretty close. I’m closest with Alice out of all of them, and we call Marlene and Mary M an’ M, because they are so similar. And Erica too, she’s my last roommate. She spends most of her time with Serious Black, who she’s been in love with since second year.





 

 

 

 

 

And then there are the Marauders, James Potter, Serious Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. I’m not exactly sure if they count as my friends, but Potter has been asking me out since fourth year. It’s sort of routine now. He says





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Oi, Evans!” and I say





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“No.” And we do talk to each other during class, and at meals. Unless he’s done something outrageous to make me mad at him, or I’m PMSing, in which case it is dangerous for even Alice to talk to me. But Slughorn did assign me to be his Potions tutor, and he has improved greatly since I started working with him.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

Speak of the devil…





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Oi, Evans!” comes the familiar shout from across the platform. The tall, lanky form of James Potter makes its way towards me. He gives me a hug and helps me get my bags on the train. 





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“So, Evens, are you going to accept my invitation this year? To sit with us on the train?” he says, as he has every year since we were thirteen.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Don’t you need that time to plan something horrendous that will get you all detention? I’m sitting with Alice!” and with that I leave him.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

To my surprise, Alice is sitting alone when I find her. She jumps up to greet me. 





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Now we just have to wait form M an’ M and Erica” she says as I sit down, though she knows Erica will most likely be with Serious.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

Alice Prewit, who I befriended in my first year when we were made roommates, is the greatest person I know. She always knows just what to say, what to do, and who to gossip about. She dates someone new each year, but she never gets too serious. I don’t think she has ever told a boy she loves him, or ever had anyone say it to her. She goes to parties, and still manages to keep up on her school work (with help from me of course). She can be deep, or shallow, and she always, always, ALWAYS, wants to hear about what’s going on with me and James. That, that last one right there, that one gets a little annoying.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

And because I just told you that…





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“So I saw you talking to Potter outside” she says leaning forward. Her arms are on her knees, her lips are pursed, and her eyes are unblinking. Everything about the way she is sitting right now says ‘spill.’





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

So I tell her what I always tell her. That James and I just had a passing conversation and it doesn’t mean anything. Of course, she argues with me, saying that James and I have some great deep connection and all this romantic shit that she doesn’t even believe in, until someone walks into the compartment.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Get out dipshit!” she cries at a very scared looking Remus Lupin.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

Did I mention she’s a raging bitch?





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Sorry” says Remus “Just looking for Lily. We have to do prefect rounds.”





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Shit I forgot” I say getting up from my seat. “Tell Marlene and Mary and Erica I say hi, I’ll see you all at the feast” and I run after Remus, glad of an excuse to stop talking about James.





 

 

 

 







 

 

 

 

Erica is babbling in French about Serious (did I mention she’s trilingual? Italian, French, and English, but English is her first language) and Marlene and Mary are catching up from the summer, so no one is really listening to Erica. Why? Because Alice and I are staring down the table at a group of five sixth year boys. They are all roommates. One of them is Frank Longbottom. The rest of them are the marauders.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“God I wish I could hear what they were saying” says Alice after about three minutes of attempted lip-reading. “You know Frank wrote me almost every day over the summer?”





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Yes Alice, you told me that in practically every letter” I say, not taking my eyes off of James. He hasn’t had a go at me all night. Not one word since we saw each other on the platform. This can only mean one of two things. He doesn’t want to be friends, or he has what he thinks is an ingenious plan to make me fall in love with him. It’s probably the second one, seeing as that tends to happen a lot. 





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

After the feast, Remus and I lead the first years to the Griffindore common room, and then come back down for a prefects meeting, after which we go back up to the tower.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Lily wait” says Sev–erm, I mean Snape–grabbing my arm.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“I’m not speaking to you” I say and try to pull away, but he keeps holding my arm.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“I said I was sorry” he says spinning me around so we make eye contact, and for a moment I consider forgiving him. I didn’t have him to talk to this summer, because I was too busy being mad at him and all, but part of me wants him back. We had grown apart before, but that one day last year really blew it. And the time before that, and the time before that. Every time he called me a mudblood. 





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Let go of me” I say, pulling my wrist from his grasp, and follow Remus up the stairs. 





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

Remus and I don’t talk all the way up to the common room, but just before I say the password, he stops me.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“James can take him you know” he says. Well obviously James can take him. He’s more athletic, and much more street smart than Snape. But Remus’s words are deeper than that. James is better for you. Snape is going to become a Death Eater. James will always be there for you. I’m not sure if James put him up to this, but I can’t help but believe that what Remus is saying is true. Maybe I should go out with James, just to give it a go.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

But first, I’ll need to sleep on it.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Felix Felicius” I say, and rush through the portrait hole and up to my dorm, where my roommates are currently doing things such as curling their hair and deciding which shoes they should wear tonight. “Where are you girls going?” I say, a bit confused.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Didn’t you hear about the Ravenclaw party tonight?” says Alice.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Of course I heard about it, that doesn’t mean I’m going. And you all shouldn’t either. It’s our first night back and it’s already after curfew” I say, picking up a book and sitting on my bed with a bag of lemon drops. I always bring a bag of lemon drops from home, and I have mum send more when I run out. It’s the only thing about this place that’s muggle.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Potter’s gonna be there” says Marlene, as if this is supposed to make me jump up and start caking my face with makeup.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“All the more reason not to go” I say.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Boo, you whore” says Alice as the girls are leaving, which only makes me laugh. I’m not the one wearing a skirt up my arse and so much eye makeup that I look like a raccoon.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

I sit in the common room for a while with my book, but around midnight I decide to go up to bed. But I don’t even get half way up the stairs before someone walks into the common room. Or rather, four some ones. Peter Petigrew stumbles upstairs past me and into his dorm, with the others closely in tow. The only difference is, James, Seirious, and Remus don’t go into their room. James does, but he quickly emerges with a long piece of fabric, it looks like a velvet blanket or something.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Oi, Evans!” he whispers. “You in?”





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Ok first of all, I’m right here; you don’t have to oi me. And second, am I in for what?”





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“We’re raiding” says James.





 

 

 

 







 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

I know from talking with Remus on our Prefect shifts last year that when James says raiding, he means pranking. Filling the shampoo in the Head Boy/Girls bathroom with purple hair die. Turning the Great Hall upside down (yes, he really did do that). And for some reason, I can tell that he wants to do something to the Slitherins. Maybe it’s the way that Remus is looking around. He looks a little guilty, but still mischievous, and his eyes say ‘he’s doing it for you.’ So I figure, why the hell not?





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

And that’s how I got on my first raid. We all huddle under the velvet blanket, which turns out to be James’ invisibility cloak, and creep down to the dungeons. Remus and I are both prefects, so we can get into their common room pretty easily. They guys run upstairs and put a jinx on everyone in Slitherin house to turn all their hair bright red. They also stick posters of muggles and of the Griffindore quidditch team on all the walls while I sit in the common room buzzing with excitement. Once the boys are down in the common room with me, I point my wand at the steps and whisper “molis crur.” No one will be able to walk down those steps tomorrow without instantly losing their balance. Their legs will turn to jelly!





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

As we run back to the common room, I pop a lemon drop into my mouth. The comforting sweet taste of lemon spreads through me. It makes me feel, not so afraid of what shadows might be lurking around the corner. Bring it Peeves. And as for Filch? I’ll eat his cat. Yeah, I went there.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

Of course Pettigrew is awake and waiting for us when we get back, and he immediately starts whining that we didn’t bring him along but ‘Evans got to go? She’s a girl!’ It just makes us all laugh until he storms off to bed, his face too red to be healthy.





 

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

“Did you have fun?” says James as we pass my dormitory. For a moment I consider lying and threatening to get him in trouble for what we just did, but he seems like he genuinely hopes that I enjoyed myself. And I did. His eyes are eager to hear my response, so I don’t keep him waiting any longer.





 

“Yeah, I did” I say, and realize that it wasn’t just because we were trashing the Slitherins. It did have something to do with the people.
 
 
 
 


Chapter 2: Lets Have Babies
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“Where have you been?” says Alice as I enter our room.


 

 

 

Damn.



 

 


“I was…out” I say, looking around. Marlene, Mary, and Erica all seem to be asleep, but Alice is sitting on my bed with a very stern look on my face.



 

 


“You were out.” 



 

 


“You went to a party and probably hooked up with some random guy!” I say, trying to feel less guilty about running out on her when I have never done anything like that in my life.



 

 


“Frank Longbottom, but that’s not the point. The point is, you, Lily Evans, never do anything wrong. And all of a sudden you’re just running around the school at midnight? And you didn’t tell me? You didn’t invite me to come along?” Now I’m a little confused. I thought she was just going to give me a verbal beating for scaring her shitless by not being in bed when she got back.




 

 


"You were with James weren’t you?” she says, and I can’t suppress a small smile. “Oh my god I knew it! Tell me everything! Have you just been in his dorm this whole time?”




 

 


“What? No, I didn’t sleep with him” I say. She would assume that.




 

 


“Oh my god, little virgin Lily isn’t a virgin anymore!”




 

 


“I didn’t sleep with him!”




 

 


“Wait until I tell the girls! Everyone’s going to flip! You slept with James fucking Potter! Holy Shit! Oh My God! Shit–“




 

 


“I didn’t have sex with him!”




 

 


That shut her up.




 

 


“We went raiding. We went down to the dungeons and put charms and everything on the Slitherins and it was so. Much. Fun. So how’s Frank?”




 

 


Alice then proceded to tell me how she was drunk (she put a lot of emphasis on that) and he just walked up to her and started snogging her. So she went along with it. She said that he was drunk too and probably wouldn’t even remember it in the morning. And then she started talking about how she was going to seduce him at the next party. 




 

 


“Wait, what?” I say.




 

 


“I kinda like him” she says, with a look that says ‘oh you approve, I know you do.’ And I do.




 

 




 

 

 


The next morning in the great hall, I get an owl with a Hogwarts seal on it. 




 

 

Miss Evans,


 

Upon receiving this letter, please come directly to my office. I have to discuss with you the nature of your activities last night.



 

 

Professor McGonagall



 

 


Shit.




 

 


James, Serious, and Remus are all walking towards the doors, so I stand up and follow them with no explanation to my roommates as to where I am going.




 

 


“You put a jelly-legs jinx on their stairs and died all of their hair red” says McGonagall. 




 

 


“Lemon drop?” I say, holding out my bag of lemon drops. Needless to say, I’m scared out of my mind.




 

 


“The red’ll wear off before lunch” says James. “And as for the jelly-legs jinx, it’s only effective for a short amount of time. It’s probably already worn off already.”




 

 


“I am aware of that” says McGonnagall. “However, you were out of bed past curfew. You know the rules. Detention for all three of you boys for the next three Saturdays.”





 "But Quidditch!” says James.


 “That is final! As for you Miss Evans, I’m not sure what got into you, but considering that this is your first offense, I will let you off with a warning. No go to your classes before you’re late” she says with a stern look on her face.


 
 

 


“Professor!” I say as the boys are leaving. “Please let James go to Quidditch tryouts. He is team captain after all.”




 

 


She just smiles at me and tells me not to keep that young man waiting.  I swear, sometimes i think the whole world wants me to date him.




 

 






 

 

“How about this” says Alice during potions while Slughorn is giving a lecture on how to properly use a bezoar. “I walk up to him and say ‘Hello Mister Pureblood’. And he’ll say ‘are you a pureblood too?’ And I’ll say ‘no–‘”



 

 


"You are a pureblood Alice” I say, but she isn’t listening.




 

 


“And then I’ll say ‘but Voldemort wasn’t pureblood either and look how that turned out?’”




 

 


I look at her thoroughly confused. 




 

 


“What point are you trying to prove?”




 

 


“I didn’t think how that sounded before I said it” she says.




 

 


“No shit” I say.




 

 


“Alright how about this” she says. “I walk up to him and say ‘I hate Voledmort, you hate Voldemort, let’s have babies.’”




 

 


I swear I don’t know why I’m friends with her sometimes.


Chapter 3: don't be stupid
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“What did you do?” says James as he sits down next to me at the end of Potions class.



 

 

 



 

 

“What are you talking about?” I say.



 

 

 



 

 

“Come off it” says Sirius plopping down on my other side. “What did you say to get McGonagall to let us off detention?”



 

 

 



 

 

“McGonagall did what now?”



 

 

 



 

 

“She told me after Transfiguration this morning that she was going to let us off with a warning so we could do quidditch tryouts” says James. “Are you sure you had absolutely nothing to do with that?”



 

 

 



 

 

Well, a little smile won’t hurt.



 

 

 



 

 

“I knew it!” he says. “Thanks Evans. I owe you. How about, I make it up to you by buying you lunch on our first Hogsmede trip. Or I could take you out to dinner before then?”



 

 

 



 

 

“Thanks for the offer, Potter, but there’s no need. It was purely out of the goodness of my heart” I say before getting up and walking towards the cauldron cabinet. 



 

 

 



 

 

“Think about it!” he shouts after me.



 

 

 



 

 

He is cute I suppose. If you look at him from behind the cauldron cabinet door, when he doesn’t know you’re watching. He’s got this habit of looking down for a moment whenever he laughs. It’s kind of endearing actually.



 

 

 



 

 

Bollox, what am I saying? He’s James Potter! He’s a…well he’s…I can’t think of anything bad right now, so I’ll get back to you on that one. I need a lemon drop.



 

 

 



 

 

“Ready for DADA?” says Alice as I come back to the table for my bag. 



 

 

 



 

 

“I don’t really need defense against the dark arts right now Alice. What I need is some defense against James Potter.”



 

 

 



 

 

“So you do like him!” she says with a triumphant smirk.



 

 

 



 

 

“I never said that!” I say. “He’s just very…persistent.”



 

 

 



 

 

“And attractive, and athletic, and smart–



 

 

 



 

 

“He’s only smart because I tutor him”



 

 

 



 

 

“And you tutor him, so you spend a lot of time together. And also–



 

 

 



 

 

“Don’t really want to hear it right now”



 

 

 



 

 

“Just one more thing?”



 

 

 



 

 

I give her a death stare.



 

 

 



 

 

“One”



 

 

 



 

 

“He’s James freaking Potter!” she says quickly.



 

 

 



 

 

What am I going to do with her?



 

 





 

 

 



 

 

“Please come to quidditch with me?” says Erica on Saturday morning. She’s all dressed in her workout clothes, broom in hand, begging Alice and me to come to the pitch with her for tryouts.



 

 

 



 

 

“Sorry E, you’re on your own” I say, not lifting my face from my book.



 

 

 



 

 

“But M ‘n’ M have already gone down! And they can’t give me encouraging glances because they’re trying out too!” she whines.



 

 

 



 

 

“Ewica! Is is i swee tyn!” says Alice into her pillow.



 

 

 



 

 

“What?” I say, and she turns her head so that she’s facing me.



 

 

 



 

 

“Sleep. Time!” she says.



 

 

 



 

 

Oh.



 

 

 



 

 

“You’ll come with me, right Lil?”



 

 

 



 

 

Ihold up my book.



 

 

 



 

 

“Reading! Sorry!”



 

 

 



 

 

“Potter’s gonna be there” she says, as if that’s supposed to make me come down.



 

 

 



 

 

“Is that your persuasion tactic for everything? Potter’s gonna be there? I really could not care less where James Potter is or isn’t gonna be!”



 

 

 



 

 

“Please? Please please please please please please please pl–



 

 

 



 

 

“Alright!” I say, throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt.



 

 

 



 

 

“Don’t leave me!” says Alice as we walk out the door, and she comes running out wearing pajama pants and a sweater, pulling on her shoes.



 

 

 



 

 

And that’s how I ended up sitting in the stands at the quidditch pitch with a rather irritated Alice Prewitt next to me.



 

 

 



 

 

“Morning ladies” says Remus as he sits down next to us. “What brings you to the pitch at this early hour?”



 

 

 



 

 

“The girl who needs so much emotional support that she can’t even try out for quidditch without us, even though she has a pretty much guaranteed spot on the team. Right next to–



 

 

 



 

 

“You know it’s not about quidditch” I whisper to make her shut up.



 

 

 



 

 

“I’m lost, why are you here?” says Remus again.



 

 

 



 

 

“Erica” I clarify.



 

 

 



 

 

“Why are you here, sweater vest?” says Alice, in a feeble attempt to make small talk.



 

 

 



 

 

“My best friend’s captian, and all my roommates are trying out so”



 

 

 



 

 

“Even Pettigrew?” I say.



 

 

 



 

 

“He tries out every year. Only difference is this year I think he thinks he has a better chance because James is captian” he says rolling his eyes.



 

 

 



 

 

“That’s a right laugh” says Alice. Then her eyes widen and she spins around fast enough to break her neck. “Did you say ALL of your roommates our trying out?”



 

 

 



 

 

“All my roommates have been on the team since second year, except for Pettigrew. Why do you ask?” he says, but Alice isn’t listening. She has turned around again and is scanning the field for a certain Frank Longbottom. When she finds him, she slaps my knee.



 

 

 



 

 

“Ow”



 

 

 



 

 

“Oh relax, it didn’t hurt that much”



 

 

 



 

 

“You’re ridiculous” I say.



 

 

 



 

 

I can hear James down on the pitch from all the way up here. He’s separating the players into groups of each position. I see Erica standing quite close to Sirius in the beaters group. Now she is ridiculous. She’s been in love with him since her first quidditch game in our third year. The Slytherin seeker was about two feet ahead of James and about to catch the snitch, but Erica was able to hit a bludger and knock his broom just before he caught it. James caught the snitch, Gryffindoor wins.  The minute she was on the ground, Sirius had scooped her up in a bear hug, put her on his broom, and the two of them flew around the pitch a few times. He kept his arm around her for the rest of the night. She’s been in love with him ever since.



 

 

 



 

 

Right now she’s up in the air running drills with the other beaters. She’s completely ignoring the first years who think they have a prayer of making the team, and is instead trying to flirt with Sirius in between shots at bludgers, none of which she misses. Sirius and Erica are the best beaters in the whole school, so they’re on the team no matter what. James has seen them both play on off days and still manage to help win. The team’s pretty much set from the moment tryouts begin. James I’m sure has already written up the list of starters and is only using this time to find seconds. 



 

 

 



 

 

“Alright” says James once all the positions have been drilled a few times. “If I call your name, please stay. If not, you’re free to go. For beaters, I wanna see Erica and Padfoot together, and I wanna see James and Oliver, yes you, twins. Let’s see, Dan, I wanna see you seek some more, and Danielle, Bonnie, and Alfie, you three stay for chasers with Marlene, Frank and Emmeline. Mary, you stay, and you too Wormtail. And, Rupert, you too. The rest of you, if you would kindly leave the pitch…” about fifteen very dejected looking first and second years walk off the pitch, and James starts drilling his team again.



 

 

 



 

 

“D’dja see that?” says Erica flying up to us.



 

 

 



 

 

“Saw the whole thing. Now go hit balls or whatever you do or you’ll lose your spot and I won’t be able to come to games anymore because you’ll be too bitter about it to let any of us go” says Alice. Erica bites her thumb and flies off again.



 

 

 



 

 





 

 

By three o’clock the list is up. James is seeker of course and Erica is far too excited that she’s a beater with Sirius again. She knew she was going to get it after all. Of course, Pettigrew is upset that he didn’t even get second, but he really is terrible at quidditch. Marlene, Frank, Emmeline, and Mary pretty much sum up the rest of the team.



 

 

 



 

 

I’m running out of lemon drops already. It usually takes me much longer than a week. I’m afraid I’ll say something stupid if I start to talk, so I just pop one in when I feel like I’m going to make a fool of myself. Wait, what am I saying? I’m Lily Evans! I’m in the slug club! I’m no fool!



 

 

 



 

 

Well maybe a little.


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