Disclaimer: Hmm, why would I be writing here if I owned Harry Potter? Think about it.
'I shall allow no man to belittle my soul by making me hate him'
~ Booker T. Washingon
Chapter 2: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned
I then opened my top drawer and found a bra then in my second drawer to find underwear. But wait –
It was empty.
That is why I am now storming around Hogwarts castle for a certain pig-headed, narking, self-conceded prat, also known as James Potter.
I savagely threw open the Great Hall doors with my wand and looked around the Hall for Potter, my whole body shaking with rage.
“POTTER!!” I screamed, my pale complexion heating up. My eyes traveled over Marissa and Ella, Molly Prewett, her boyfriend Arthur Weasley and a couple of other seventh year students. Then I saw him, the little mole rat. He stared at me, looking horrified by not surprised. Like he’d been expecting me. Stupid prat.
I walked over to him, trying to keep my anger in check, unaware of eyes practically boring holes into my back because of my blinding rage channeled to the one and only Potter.
I had almost reached the conniving worn when Sirius Black whispered to him, “When you die, can I have your broomstick?” Potter just laughed nervously.
I reached him and pulled him up by his ear and stalked out of the hall, dragging Potter behind me with student’s laughed and Potter’s yells of pain, following me. I found an empty boom closet and shoved Potter in, then followed him in and shut the door behind me and locked it. I pulled the rope for the light and turned and faced Potter only to see him smirking at me. It only increased my anger which I had, so for, been quite able to control.
“I knew you wanted me Evans,” he smirk, “but really? Is this necessary?”
I kneed him in the groin and said maliciously, as he doubled over in pain, “Dream on, Potter”. I leant down to his ear and whispered, “Now, Potter, could you please explain to me why I am here, in front of you, standing in my best friend’s underwear?” I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his face up so it was level with mine, “Hmm?”
Potter just looked at me innocently and put a confused expression on his face. “Because you want to have a relationship with them on a sexual level? Sirius would love that.”
I almost screamed with frustration, but kept my face clam and my emotions under control. “No, you pervert, that is not the reason; when I woke up this morning, surprisingly, there were no knickers in my drawer.” I yanked his head closer to mine. “You don’t have anything to do with this, do you James?” I let go of his hair and straightened up.
Potter straightened as well and bushed down his robes. He threw his arms out wide, or as wide as they could go in a cramped boom closet, “You figured me out, Evans!” he exclaimed cheerily, which soured my mood even more. “Congratulations! Now do you want to know why?” I nodded slowly cautious of his every move. “Because you wouldn’t do this:” and before I could move a muscle in protest, for the third time in two days, Potter wrapped his arm around my neck and crashed his lips down onto mine.
Oh God, this feels nice…Oh no, he is snogging me! James Potter is snogging me! But oh my, it feels nice. As I was having my inner struggle, Potter pushed his tongue into my lips and, in my dazed state, I granted him reluctant access. As his tongue was exploring my mouth, suddenly realized, for the third time in two days, that it was James Potter who was causing me so much pleasure. I draw back and crashed back into the wall.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING??” I screamed as he smirked at me.
“But you enjoyed it, Evans, didn’t you? I could tell…” he grinned.
I balled up my fist and drew back my hand and punched him, again in the nose, feeling the delightful sensation of his cartilage, once more, shattering under my knuckle. Then behind me, I heard someone charming the door open and I turned around t see the one and only, Sirius Black smiling down on me. “Ah, Evans, how are you…?” he faulted as he saw the scene, a shocked expression gracing his features, in front of him and backed up as I advanced towards him.
“You didn’t have anything, to do with this, do you Black?” I said threateningly, pointing my wand at his chest.
“What are you t-talking about, Evans?” he stuttered, stumbling backwards.
I was just about to curse him to nothingness, when I heard a familiar voice call out, “Lily!”
I spun around to see Marissa and Ella running down the hallway toward me. They slowed as they took in the scene in front of them. James Potter in the cupboard supporting a broken nose, the door swung practically off its hinges, myself looming over Sirius Black my wand pointed threateningly at his chest and Sirius Black with a look of pure terror on his handsome face.
“Um, we’ll just be going now,” Marissa said as her and Ella both grabbed my elbows and dragged me off the scene, with me screaming, “POTTER! WHERE IS MY UNDERWEAR! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!! ALL THIS BECAUSE I DIDN’T SNOG YOU!! I WILL GET RE –!” Ella put her hand over my mouth and my voice downed out.
They dragged me around a corner and pinned me against the wall and Marissa said soothingly, “Now Lily, calm down. Now tell me: what happened?”
I took some deep breaths, relaxing my muscles. Then I told them everything that had happened that morning. Having a shower, finding my drawer empty, dragging Potter out of the great hall by his ear, the conversation in the broom closet, the kiss, enjoying said kiss, everything.
I am a very revealing girl. No, not in that way, you foul minded people!
By the time I was finished we’re sitting down on the floor relaxed and gossiping. Ella and Marissa were a great audience, gasping and laughing at all the right place Ella even started crying with mirth when I told he about, ahem, that little bit of violence on my behalf.
Suddenly I realized something. I remembered a small piece of paper in my drawer, but I had been so worked up about it, I hadn’t even given it a second glance.
“Be right back,” I gasped and tore thought the hall straight to Gryffindor Tower.
Oh no, what if it wasn’t Potter? I thought despairingly, almost flying at my speed. I would have to say something like, God forbid, ‘Sorry’… I reached the portrait hall and coughed up the password to open it.
I speed through the opening and up to my dormitory and threw open the door, almost taking another door off its hinges.
I ran over to my drawer and wrenched it open, almost breaking it. I grabbed the note and scanned my eyes over it. It was a ransom note. It wanted me to –
Well. At least I know who stole them.
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