Chapter 8 : Distractions
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I was positive that Marlene had told me this at least five times previously. Alice was still staring at me dumbfoundedly.
“I know, I know,” I moaned pitifully.
“I can’t believe this! I mean, not that I didn’t see this coming,” she added. She always loved to pretend that all couples had been obvious to her before they even happened. She was really big into Divination. “First with the hand-holding, and then with you spending New Years Eve with him…”
“The handholding had absolutely nothing to do with anything, and I spent New Years Eve with all of the Marauders,” I reminded her wearily.
“But…I…I don’t…How did this HAPPEN?!?” she demanded.
“I don’t know! Leave it to me to fall for a complete prick like Sirius Black,” I complained.
“What are you going to tell James?” Alice inquired.
I just stared at her for a minute. “James? You’re bringing James into this? James has absolutely nothing to do with this!” I shouted.
“He has plenty to do with this!” she retorted standing up. “He’s bloody in love with you, and this will kill him!” James and Alice had somehow always gotten along with each other.
“I’m not so sure this won’t kill me! I didn’t plan this, and I certainly didn’t want it. I’m just trying to figure out what to do about it.”
“Just be careful,” Alice warned me. “If you hurt James, I’m going to be angry with you.” With that, she stormed out of the dormitory.
I didn’t want to hurt James. That alone was proof of how far we’d come in our friendship this year. But if I really was in love with Sirius, then I didn’t see how I could avoid hurting him.
The biggest problem was that I really didn’t want to fancy Sirius. This was a sure-fire way to complicate my life, and I was not up for complications. The fact that Sirius never dated anyone didn’t really help either.
“So…what exactly are you going to do about this?” Marlene asked a moment later.
“I don’t know,” I replied, following Alice’s lead and exiting the dormitory. I wasn’t even sure where I was going.
The greeting made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I almost turned around and marched right back up the steps to the dormitory. However, being a Gryffindor didn’t leave any room for cowardice, so I held my ground.
“Hello, Sirius,” I said stiffly. “I see you’re doing better.”
“Well of course I am!” he affirmed cheerily. “You can’t get rid of me that easily!”
I mumbled under my breath something about just how easily I wished I could get rid of him.
“Is something wrong, Lily?” Remus inquired. I hadn’t even noticed him previously. What would he think of my hopeless infatuation with his friend?
“No. No, it’s nothing,” I assured him. “I have a headache is all. That, er, that Transfiguration essay is impossible.”
“Really? You think so?” said Sirius. “I bet I could help you with it. I mean, I haven’t even started mine yet, but Transfiguration’s a breeze for me.”
That’s all I needed. A nice, cozy little study session with him. “No, that’s alright. I’ve already finished it. I think I’ll just go get some air now.”
“Oh. Do you want some company?” he offered, half rising out of his seat to join me.
“No!” I declined too quickly. He sat back down abruptly.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Lily?” he demanded, a concerned frown on his face.
“Yes, yes, of course. Er, I’ll see you later,” I told the two boys before dashing out of the portrait hole.
My feet led me outside. Being a tad preoccupied, I hadn’t been one hundred percent aware of where I was going. All I knew was that I needed to find some sort of distraction. In the dying evening light, I could just make out a dark, messy head of hair atop a person who was leaning against a beech tree by the lake. I was still a little uneasy about being alone in such close proximity with Potter, but what can I say? I was desperate.
I sprinted over to him after a moment’s hesitation. “Hey! James!” I called out when I was a few yards away. A pleasant but confused smile spread across his face as he turned and saw me.
“Hello, Lily. Out a little late, aren’t you?” he asked as I reached him.
I disregarded his comment completely. “I need you to distract me, James,” I told him, panting.
James frowned and blinked once. “I beg your pardon?” he said.
“Argue with me,” I urged him.
“About what?” he inquired slowly and cautiously.
“I don’t care! Anything!” I shouted in frustration.
“Now, why would I argue with you for no good reason, Lily? I don’t feel like it,” he argued. His pleasant smile was back.
“I don’t care! Argue anyway!” I commanded, anticipating his possible responses and answers I could give to them. Anything to take my mind off of Sirius Black…
“Why?” he asked shortly, still grinning.
“Because I told you to, that’s why!” I cried triumphantly, pleased that he had enabled me to use one of my pre-planned comebacks.
“Well, now. That’s a fantastic reason,” he commented sarcastically, but softly. And he was still all-smiles!
I frowned now. “Yell at me, Potter! Raise your voice! And for Merlin’s sake, stop SMILING!” I shrieked.
His toothy grin remained in place, not budging an inch. “But I don’t want to,” he confessed in a happy, still completely calm and level tone of voice.
“Why not?” I demanded, furious that he wasn’t cooperating.
“Well firstly, I prefer smiling because frowning gives one frown lines,” he told me matter-of-factly. I almost growled. Almost. “And second, shouting isn’t an ideal way to convey affections.
Well, that took the fight right out of me. Of all the dismal subject changes he could’ve made. My semi-affective attempt at self-distraction was suddenly completely disabled. I sighed. “Not affections. Please. Please, talk about anything but affections,” I pleaded.
At least his smile disappeared.
“Why? What’s wrong with affections?” he inquired.
I sighed again. “I’m feeling affections for someone right now,” I admitted before I could stop myself. “Someone I’d really rather not feel affectionate about.”
I knew it was a mistake the second I finished saying it. James’s eyes suddenly sparked with hope, and he smiled carefully. As shame washed over me, I wondered how I was going to correct his assumption without completely breaking his heart. It wasn’t him to whom I was referring. It was his best mate.
“Pig-headed, egotistical jerk?” he said knowingly.
I sighed yet again. Against my better judgment, I replied, “Something like that.” I knew it wasn’t right to lead him on as I was. I lowered my eyes, about to confess, when…
I had been looking for a distraction, had I not? I’d certainly found it. James had quickly closed the distance between us, lifted my chin, and pressed his lips against mine. And then I couldn’t think anymore. Surely I couldn’t have been more distracted than that.
He kissed me deeply. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and the hand that had tilted my chin upward fisted into the hair at the back of my head, keeping me in place. Both of my hands were in his messy hair.
If someone would’ve mentioned Sirius at that moment, I might’ve said, “Sirius who?” However, it was far more likely that I wouldn’t have said anything because, being slightly preoccupied, It was highly probable that I wouldn’t have heard.
“James,” I murmured against his lips.
Then I froze as realization cut through the dense fog that had settled over my mind, clouding my thoughts.
I broke away immediately, gasping. His hazel eyes were clouded and dazed, and his smile was big and dazed. He was just dazed all-around, wasn’t he? I was willing to bet that his mind was just a dazed, melted puddle.
I’d just snogged James Potter senseless.
I gave a startled shriek and then made a mad dash for the castle. Even as I reached the front doors, I was still able to hear his elated “WHOOP!” of joy as his brain began to function again.
A/N- So there's my latest installment. Only one left!!! Got whiplash yet? Let me know what you thought in a review :D
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