Chapter 6 : Six: The Wrong Ending
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“So, you change the prefix for the second part to change the animal?” James asked, confused. I nodded.
“You take the beginning of the Latin word up to the first vowel… here, I’ll write down all the ones you’ll need.” I took the quill from his hand and began to scribble the words down on a piece of scrap parchment. I could feel his eyes on my face and myself turning pink.
“You look pretty when you’re concentrating, Ev- Lily,” he remarked casually. I put down the quill and looked at him sideways. Was he flirting with me?
Wait, wait. He was my boyfriend.
Hadn’t really processed it at that point.
But I really didn’t have time to process it, because he had leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. His lips were really soft and warm, and I kissed him back. Then he pulled away from me and took my hand. I stood up with him as he led me, laughing, behind one of the bookshelves. He pressed me up against the bookcase and wrapped his arms around my waist. I smiled into his eyes, not able to believe that what I had wanted for so long was actually happening.
“So is this what you and your girlfriends usually do when you study with them?” I questioned. He grinned and pressed his lips against mine again. He ran a hand through my hair and I was so preoccupied I didn’t even notice the young (but mean) librarian, Madam Pince, creep up on us.
“EXCUSE ME,” she boomed (in a whisper, no talking in the library). James and I jumped apart and I tucked my hair behind my ears and smoothed it down. “Miss Evans, the library is a place for reading. Go back to your house immediately.” I laughed and ran past her, pausing at the door.
“And Mr Potter, this is the . . . third time this week? Detention tomorrow night,” she thundered.
“But Madam Pince, I have a quidditch match tomorrow night!” James pleaded. “There isn’t a reserve seeker; we’ll have to forfeit the game!” Madam Pince looked thoughtful for a second and then shrugged.
“Report here immediately after the match.”
“But Madam Pince, there’s a party-”
“No! You will be here on time. You’re lucky I’m a Gryffindor supporter, or I would have made you forfeit the game as well,” Madam Pince declared. “Now go, get out!” He ran over to the doorway, grabbed my hand and pulled me through. We walked through the corridor hand in hand.
“You know she supports Ravenclaw, because they’re always in there. I think the only reason she let you go is because she has a crush on you!” I joked. James pushed me playfully but I just came back to him as we were still holding hands. He put his arm around my shoulders. “So you can’t come to the party then?” I asked sadly.
“’Course. Madam Pince isn’t a real teacher, she can’t deduct house points if I don’t turn up!” He laughed.
“Good,” I replied, resting my head on his shoulder.
“And of course I don’t want to miss the party, that’ll be our first official date, won’t it?” he continued. I felt my heart flutter at the mention of a date with him.
“Yeah . . .” I trailed off.
“GRYFFINDOR WIN!!!” I heard called from the stands. I had left the match early, knowing Gryffindor would win, half an hour ago so that I could get ready. Bliss and Jazz were with me as well; this was hopefully the night that Bliss was going to make a move on Sirius, and Jazz was still in love with Remus; I didn’t really know what was going on between them at the moment. Jazz still hadn’t told me why Remus had broken up with her. Remus refused to tell me. So I was the only person in our group who didn’t know the whole story.
I watched the crowd flow from the stands through the window as I applied my eyeliner.
“Come on, let’s go down,” Bliss said enthusiastically and pulled me away from the mirror and down the stairs. She muttered a spell and the common room became dark. Jazz was using magic to sort out the refreshments while a couple of the guys were clearing the furniture to the sides.
Soon enough a loud singing and uproar of voices was heard in the corridor. The portrait hole burst open and the crowd flooded in. Music blared from nowhere in particular as the bodies filled up the room. James appeared in the doorway in his gold and scarlet quidditch robes (apparently he hadn’t bothered to change) and looked around the room. I bounded over in my denim miniskirt and knee-length boots (complete with my favourite grey and white stripe top) and he picked me up and spun me round.
“Miss me?” he asked and smiled. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I felt myself blushing. I walked away; he turned to Sirius and started chatting.
“I can’t remember ever being so happy.” I sighed as I collapsed onto the sofa beside Jazz. She was looking quite sad herself, but I was on too much of a high to notice. She grunted.
“I’m happy for you, sorry. It’s just that Rebecca from Hufflepuff somehow managed to get in – with Amy– and she’s been flirting with Remus non-stop.” I put a comforting arm around her shoulders and she rested her head on my shoulder. “I want him back, that’s all,” she whispered. I felt a tear drop on my shoulder. “I wish I’d never EVER kissed Adam for a dare back in year six. Then we might still be together.” I couldn’t believe it. The long kept secret had just been spilt!
But the thing is;
It was her fault.
“Go and tell him you’re sorry,” I whispered in her ear. I don’t think she was feeling very well that evening, because right away she stood up and walked solemnly over to where he was talking to Rebecca. I got up hastily and followed her over to make sure she didn’t get herself into any trouble. She stood right in front of Rebecca and looked into Remus’ eyes.
“Remus, can I just say something?” she asked quietly. He looked over her shoulder at Rebecca, who walked away (looking disgruntled), and then looked back at Jazz and nodded. “I . . . I’m so sorry about what I did to you back in primary school. It was just a stupid dare and I . . . never should have done it. I can’t help but think-” she stifled a sob, but from where I was standing behind Remus I could see the tears running down her face in the light of the moon shining in from the window. “-that maybe we would still be together. Because that’s all I really want, and it’s all I’ve wanted for the past three and a half years,” she finished and finally broke down and cried. I began to wonder if she’d had some Firewhisky before the party.
Remus looked for a second as if he wasn’t quite sure what to do. Then he stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close. I bit my lip in happiness for Jazz and walked away to leave them alone. I figured, with all the romance of the moment, that I would go and find my own boyfriend.
Wow. That was a sentence that I had never thought to myself before.
I pushed through the crowd of people. The party was now in full swing and I couldn’t find James anywhere. I sat down with Bliss and chatted to her about Sirius for almost half an hour, and then decided to go and pursue James again.
“JAMES!” I yelled over the music, but it made no difference. I searched through every corner when finally I came across him sitting in a corner by himself, facing the other way. “Oh, James, I’ve been looking for you for like-” I paused as he turned around to reveal another face beside him. A blonde-haired girl – Amy – got to her feet and flattened her hair down, smiling smugly. I gasped. James turned right round, biting his lip.
“Oh there you are Lily. Remus wanted to-” Jazz appeared beside me and suddenly froze just as I had done. For a moment we all stood there, Amy looking very pleased with herself. Then I grabbed the glass of Firewhisky that Jazz was holding and threw it over James’s head. I spun round and darted towards the stairs to my dormitory.
“WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? YOU CHEAT ON ONE OF YOUR BEST FRIENDS WHEN YOU HAVEN’T EVEN BEEN GOING OUT FOR THREE DAYS??” That was the last thing I remember hearing Jazz shout at James before I slammed the dormitory door shut.
A/N: By the way, don't hate me. Everyone makes mistakes, particularly James Potter. The whole thing is explained in chapter seventeen. *laughes evilly*
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