Chapter 1 : And So It Begins...
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and own only characters you do not recognize and some semblance of the plot. The rest is owned by J.K. Rowling.
~ Yoko Ono
Chapter 1: And So It Begins...
Sometimes I wonder if I did something wrong in a past life. That would be the only logical reason why I find myself in these situations with alarming regularity.
Maybe I was Hitler.
That would explain so much. Like the time Potter pushed me off my broom in first year, when we were first learning to fly. Let just say, I have never touched a broom since and every time I see Potter’s messy hair, I smile; I believe I changed DNA with that.
Or when Potter, ahem, persuaded me to drink some butterbeer he’d given me. My hair never actually got over that…neither did Potter’s rat. Come to think of it, that rat looked sort of like that fat kid Potter’s friends with…
And my reputation defiantly suffered when Potter turned me into something vaguely reptilian that made me look like something that had crawled out of the Great Lake. Potter looked like a deformed Hitler after I got through with him...
Actually, after thinking about it, I’ve come to the sudden realization, which should have oh-so-obvious, that it is Potter who gets me into these situations.
Potter and his stupid, unhealthy obsession with me.
This little episode started this morning when…
“POTTER!!” I screamed, a flush creeping up my pale cheeks, “How dare you sneak up on me like that?!”
It was Saturday afternoon, second last day before we left for our break before Seventh Year and I was on my way to see my boyfriend down by the lake when, low and behold, James Potter jumps out from behind a suit of amour.
He just grinned charmingly (I suppose) and took a little bow, making the girls behind me sigh wistfully. I shot them a glare over my shoulder and they scattered.
I shifted my deathly gaze back to Potter. “Now, Potter, what do you want? I have to go meet my boyfriend out on the grounds. I believe you know him…Amos Diggory? He wouldn’t approve of me hanging around with another boy,” I smirked as he started scowling. Well, actually I was telling half-truths about Diggory, seeing as I was planning to break up with him – but Potter didn’t need to know that.
Potter grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. God knew what he was planning. “Good morning, Lily, I'm glad you have your wits about you, considering the time. Ah, yes, Diggory, the slight glitch in this fantastic game we call life… Well, he probably wouldn’t approve of this either.” With lightening fast reflexes, probably from playing Quidditch as a Chaser, damn that sport, he pulled me into him, gained an iron-locked grip and planted his mouth on mine - I was doomed from the start.
Slowly I got over the shock, forgot who was snogging me senseless and gave myself into the kiss. God, he was a good kisser…midway through that thought, I realized who I was kissing and jerked back to reality. Just as I was about to wrench my lips from his, he pulled back and grinned at my look... And, probably, my ragged breathing.
“Say ‘Hi’ to Diggory for me,” he said, his breathing perfectly natural, and started to walk away.
I just stood there speechless, staring at his retreating back. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, that one kiss held more spark than any other I'd ever shared.
Stupid prat making me feel like that.
Suddenly, and stupidly, I must admit, I yelled, “HEY! You can’t just go around snogging people like that! GET BACK HERE!” God, I sounded like such a loser, so I guess that’s why Potter just turned and started walking backwards while grinning like a maniac. Stupid jerk. I was in such shock I even forgot that I was a witch that could have cursed him to oblivion.
I continued to look at him until he turned the corner. I am sure there was smoke coming out of my ears. Potter had pulled some pretty nasty pranks in his time, but he had never actually done anything like that before. I slowly shook my head and started to walk down to the grounds.
I can’t believe I actually enjoyed that. I mean, God, its James Potter! He’s not supposed to be a good kisser! At least not in my books, I sure pretty much all the girls he dated - and even most he hasn't! - have a different opinion to mine – !
“Hey,” my best friend, Marissa Slughorn, appeared at my side. She put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me into her, in a lopsided hug. “Who died?”
I laughed and put my arm around her waist and we continued walking, while I quickly tried to contemplate whether to tell Marissa about the kiss or not.
“No one, I'm fine.” I hesitated at the lie but decided to tell her later in our dorm when my other best friend, Ella Parks, was present and there were less deadly objects lying around. Here, I could see a lot of objects that could possibly be used to kill Potter. Not that I didn't want him dead. I did. I just didn't want Marissa to be sent to Azkaban because of it.
As we reached the Entrance Doors, I slipped out of her arm and apologized for leaving her and promised to tell her how the break up went.
“That’s okay,” she said smiling, "I’ll just go find little Miss Studious – she’s probably in the library with Lupin, being the Prefect she is. Though with Lupin, I do question how much studying she is doing.” I laughed loudly.
Ella had told us of her little thing for a certain Marauder by the name of Remus J Lupin. In other words, Marissa and I decided she was being too uptight in the holidays so we stealthily broke out the firewhiskey at Marrissa’s house and got her drunk. When she was drunk enough not to comprehend what she was saying, she revealed to us – we were equally sloshed, by the way, I can't remember certain parts of the discussion – in an hour long slurred revelation, all the great things she saw in Lupin then concluding the speech by professing her undying love for the man.
In my opinion, Remus is by far the best Marauder – the best out of a bad bunch, as they say. The others include a mister James B Potter, Sirius L Black and a mister Peter P Pettigrew. Potter and Black are just as egotistical as each other, but, I must say, Potter is a bit less of a womanizer. Black tends to go through girls like underwear and for Potter it’s more like a long book. Boyfriends for me are hard to find and far between, seeing as pretty much all the good-looking, nice, sane ones were too scared to come near me thanks to me and they usually don’t last long - maybe four or five weeks - something that is totally not my fault; they usually turn into complete knobs by this time and begin taking me for granted.
I sighed and continued down to the grounds. I was almost there when I realized my fan club - ahem, stalkers - had slowly trickled back. I sighed despairingly. Thank God they left before Potter kissed me. I shot them a pleading look, one that I usually give them when I want time alone.
They, thankfully, are a perceptive lot and dispersed quietly. I found Amos sitting on the grass in front of the lake and sit down next to him. He put his arm around me and I leant my head on his shoulder.
We sat like that for only God knows how long when I noticed someone familiar staring at us from up in a tree. I looked closely as the figure and recognized it as the one and only James Potter. I smirked at him, turned to Amos and started to snog him senseless. Why, I have no idea seeing as I was about to break up with the man. To make James jealous, I guess, though why I would want to do that I have no idea.
I am such an idiot. I have serious problems.
I broke off the kiss and stared him straight in the eye. “Look, I don’t think this is going to work out, Amos. I mean, us is just not working…” I searched his eyes and found feelings of grief, sadness, and confusion, as much as he tried to hid it from showing on his face – which he did quite successfully – no one could hide the emotion in their eyes.
“Why, Lily? I thought we were good for each other…” he said seeming to struggle to keep his emotions off his face.
I sighed. “I just don’t feel anything anymore…” shooting a glance up into the tree, where Potter was, jealousy etched all over his face, trying his best to keep himself hidden. Diggory followed my gaze into the tree and saw James. I saw anger and hurt flashed across his face.
“Oh, I see,” he said dejectedly, getting up off the grass and staring to walk away. “Good luck with Potter,” he added over his shoulder.
I stared at him in disbelief. This was the second time in the space of about ten minutes that I had stared at someone like that. He couldn’t think what I think he thought. I shook my head and ran after him.
“HA! You don’t think that I would ditch you for Potter do you?” I said to him in disbelief. He just stopped and stared at me. I shook my head, “Your more stupid than I thought” This is one more of many examples were I wish I hadn’t have opened my big mouth.
“Oh, so now you think I’m stupid do you? That’s rich coming from you, Evans!” he said his face glowing with anger as he continued to walk toward the castle. We had started to form a small audience that was growing larger every second. I really wanted to let it go but my pride wouldn’t let me.
“Rich? RICH? Explain to me why that’s rich, Diggory! Enlighten me!”
He spun around to face me. “I am not the one who just dumped her boyfriend to go out with the one and only James Potter, the biggest player in Hogwarts!" He paused. "And you called me dumb…” he shook his head as our audience gasped in shock. I looked at him in horror as he revealed something that wasn’t true and would defiantly tarnish my reputation.
“What?” I whispered so softly only he could hear.
He sighed and pushed a hand through his hair in frustration as I exploded. “YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVE THE WORDS THAT ARE COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?? REALLY, DO YOU? DO YOU BELIEVE THAT I, LILY EVANS, WOULD FALL AND DUMP YOU FOR JAMES POTTER?? REALLY, DO YOU?”
Diggory just shrugged and walked away as I stood there fuming. How could he say that? The people around me were looking at me with looks of shock and curiosity written clearly over their faces. I pushed through the crowd only to bump into the devil himself, James Potter. Great, just what I needed…
The stupid idiot was looking at me with his trademark grin, satisfaction sewn all the way through it. The people around us were looking like Christmas had come early and were eyeing us with eager anticipation.
“What do you want, Potter?” I spat rudely, putting my hands on my hips.
“Looking like you were having a hard time there Evans,” he said ignoring my expression and looking at me with, what looked like, genuine concern. “Anything I can do?”
I stepped closer and said in a low dangerous voice, which barley scratched the surface of the anger I felt inside, “Now you cant do anything to help me Potter, in fact you were the one who caused – " I broke off as once more he slammed his lips against mine once more. It was just as good as the last kiss but this time I had the sense of mind to slam my foot onto his toe causing him to break it off and then draw back my fist and punch in the nose. I heard a satisfactory crunch as the cartilage broke and blood started to poor down his face as he fell to the floor.
I leant into his ear and whispered, “Don’t think you can ever do that again.” Then pulled back and walked off to the castle.
That night, having heard of the incident at the lake that afternoon, Marissa and Ella confronted me in the common room that night and demanded a explanation. I saw Potter in the corner of the room with a bandage wrapped over his newly healed nose. I smirked at him and scowled back. That had cost me a detention set for after the holidays but it had been well worth it. I was happy enough to tell them what had happened, being somewhat pleased of my actions, so I dragged them up to the Girls Dormitories and told them everything. The meeting in the hallway, the first kiss, the tree, breaking up with Diggory, everything.
Marissa was the first to speak. “Well then, we had a eventful afternoon, didn’t we Miss Evans?” we laughed and continued to talk about it and everything else the entire night until we finally crashed into bed and fell asleep.
When I woke the next morning no one was in our dormitories. I looked around, confused, and looked at the time. Nine o’clock. No wonder.
I stumbled out of bed and into the shower. I washed my hair and rinsed, then got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself and went out of the bathroom in search of clothes. I found a pair of long comfy jeans in my cupboard and a dark green turtle neck which I tossed onto my bed. I then opened my top drawer and found a bra then in my second drawer to find underwear.
Hold on –
It was empty.
A/N: By the way, Lily's arrogance is a plot point so bare with me...
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