Chapter 1 : Chapter One. Lily.
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“That’s utterly heartless!” I hissed. Elsie and Camilla and I were sitting on the hardwood floor. Elsie kept giggling as if what we were discussing were amusing. Mute was sitting on my bed, flipping through some muggle magazines that I’d brought specifically for her. We were all in our pajamas, on the second day back from winter holidays. Personally, I’d been relieved to spend so much time away from Potter, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew.
“It’s not heartless.” I waited for Camilla to elaborate, but as always she left me hanging, desperate for her to dissuade me from forming my own conclusion. I took the pillow that Mute was leaning on, and slid it out from under her before tucking it to my chest and resting my chin upon it. She made a dejected grumble, but just grabbed another pillow.
“It’s just sadistic and selfish?” Elsie contributed, but we ignored her.
“It’s just a dare. If you wimps don’t think you can handle it…” Reverse psychology has never been such an enemy to me. Enmity seeped through my skin and radiated towards Cammie for suggesting such a task. But I had to admit, it wouldn’t be too hard. And with the Sage twins teasing us about being prudes, this would be quite the scandal. But I wasn’t coldhearted and I didn’t want to injure Potter’s feelings, despite how nasty he’s been to me.
“I’m in…” Mute mumbled, almost sounding absentminded while turning a page and blowing a bright pink bubble of chewing gum. The brown haired, hazel-eyed girl looked very studious, but in reality she was just as flaky as the magazine in her hand. I rolled my eyes, and looked down at my feet.
“Me too!” Elsie giggled. I wanted to pull her hair or at least throw water in her face to make her see just how much her actions affect other people. So Camilla was going to use peer pressure against me? Well, she has another thing coming if she expects me to go along with this.
“I’m not. And I won’t be.” I got up rather quickly and walked to the side of my four-poster, tucking myself under the warm covers. Mute looked at me expectantly, but I just kicked her and made her fall off my bed and to the floor.
I woke the next morning and grimaced upon rolling out of bed. I heard from my sister once that the expression you make when you wake up defines your mood for the rest of the day. This information comes in handy quite often. I quickly prepared for my day and grabbed my school bag upon exiting. Today would begin classes, and I was eager to claim a good seat. Camilla groaned and threw her alarm clock across the room, hitting the bed post of Mute, who in turn threw her alarm clock, without looking, and hit the bed post of Elsie. This chain reaction was thought up by me in fourth year, and while I’ve since become accustomed to the early breakfast and early arrival to class, the others are thick heads who “need their beauty sleep”.
I rolled my eyes, continuing down the stairs and into the common room, where two people whose names I was unfamiliar with looked up at me and smiled in welcome. I smiled back out of courtesy; however I knew that no one could possibly mistake my smile as a happy one.
Walking briskly out of the common room, I strolled down the grand staircase, every few moments having to pause and wait for one to change. I was making excellent time, I thought as I began to walk down the corridor to the Great Hall. I was sure to be the earliest student, and therefore eat my breakfast in peace while simultaneously avoiding James Potter.
Camilla’s dare rolled back into my mind and I thought of how preposterous it was. I wasn’t going to admit that I hadn’t actually considered it, but the thought of doing that to Potter, and the repercussions afterwards…I couldn’t bare to entertain the idea.
Bullocks…and here I was excited to go to breakfast…
Sitting at the Gryffindor table, all looking keen as mustard, were the four people I most detested to share a meal with, let alone three everyday for almost a full year. Sirius nudged James and in shoulder as I walked in, and the latter of the pair turned his head to gaze at me.
Don’t get me wrong, I found his affection endearing and a bit flattering, but these attributes didn’t make it less annoying. He grinned at me, and I let a small, fake smile spill onto my mouth. He could always tell, and I knew he could, when my smiles were cold. That never deterred him though.
“Good morning,” I began. “Potter, Black, Lupin, Pettigrew. Are you all well?”
They all smiled at me, although I’m not totally sold on the idea that they all like me. After all, I humiliate and reject their best mate, what’s not to love?
“Lily, you look lovely!” James grinned, running his calloused hand through his hair, a gesture which annoyed me. I chose not to comment on this. I smiled, trying hard not to let him affect me. “Have a good holiday?”
“Receive any nice presents?”
“Want to know how my holiday was?”
“It’s was nice. Christmas was brilliant. Got a new broom, it’s the latest model!”
“Having a good day?”
The conversations between us were forced. I had to tolerate him for business purposes—together we were head boy and girl. Other than that, I preferred for there to be limited contact, and no physical contact whatsoever. In November, he accidentally bumped into me while we were walking in the hallway, patrolling, and I flipped my lid. He’s since learned a valuable lesson.
“So…Hogsmeade is next weekend?”
“We should go!”
“We’ve been over this, sweetheart, because is not an answer.”
“Call me sweetheart again, I dare you.”
“Ergh! Fine. I still love you, though!”
That’s it. Fine! Camilla wins. I will do the stupid dare!
At that very moment, the devil herself walked in. Camilla caught my eye, and we exchanged a glance. In that moment I knew that she was sure I would participate in this sick little game of hers. I would seduce one of the Marauders. And so would Elsie, and Mute, and Camilla. But now the question was who gets who.
Classes ended early considering that it was the first day back. Together Mute and I traveled to the common room, meeting Elsie on the way. We strode up the staircase, pulling our school bags along.
When we finally made it to the common room, Camilla was waiting with a piece of paper in her hand.
“A contract?” I sighed. “You really are too into this whole thing…”
“Just sign here and then we’ll decide on the semantics and such,” She held the piece of parchment out to me, and I took the quill she provided. With a flourish, I signed away my soul.
“Now, I want the real challenge, so I’m going for Black, of course. Mute should have Lupin, because they don’t know each other much. That will make it easier. Elsie already agreed that she should have Peter, simply for the corresponding intellectual similarities…”
It was common knowledge around us that if you wanted to insult Elsie that you should speak with large words. She has no idea what you’re saying, it’s rather pathetic.
“And that leaves, for you Lily,” she paused. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. Somehow, I’d known that I would be stuck with him…
“That leaves Potter for me…” I shook my head, but not with rejection, rather with disbelief. Lady Luck has dealt me a losing hand, and I’m to proceed with false bliss. At least it won’t be too hard, unlike Camilla and Mute. They will be working on this for a while, whereas I’ll just put on some slinky clothes and bat my eyelashes. I’ll have him soon, and then this whole thing will be done with. And I’ll make sure to be annoying as hell; Potter won’t pursue me at all after we’re done!
So I know that this seems really strange right now, but it will get better, I promise! Please review! Chapter Image by me.