Disclaimer: Hopefully you get the point by now.
-Reality-
A tall boy with glasses and black hair shooting in every direction was draped over a squashy red couch. This couch was in front of a dwindling fire. His eyes were closed and his breathing steady.
An echoing creak sounded out in the darkness, it was very distinct amid the crackling of the embers. The boy's eyelids flew open, displaying large hazel eyes. The room faded into silence. For a few seconds the room was silent save for the cracklings of the fire and the deep shallow breaths of two beings. Soon the noises repealed coupled with faint rustlings.
The boy turned his head, his gaze locked into sparkling green eyes. Thick red hair billowed out behind the figure, evidence of feminity.
She was clothed in an emerald green nightgown, perfectly matching the color of her sparkling eyes. These spectacular eyes sparkled in the firelight. The darkness accentuated her hair color; her head appeared to be wreathed in flame. The boy's eyes widened at the site of this particular girl. Her mouth curved into a playful smile, and she continued walking towards him.
Soon, she was standing right in front of him. They continued to stare at each other for a while, before the girl spoke in a soothing voice, "James." She slowly stepped forward and sat down next to him on the couch. "I'm sorry about all of the terrible things I said to you earlier today, I didn't mean one word of it."
James's mouth split into a curious but satisfied smile. The girl slid closer to him, their shoulders now softly pressed together. James could fell the warmth of her body against his, and his heart began to rapidly thump inside his chest. "Will you ever forgive me?" She leaned in towards him; he could feel her warm breath upon his face.
"Yes," he whispered breathlessly. He stared hungrily into her sparkling green eyes. She was leaning even closer now, their cheeks touching lightly. The feel of her skin was soft and smooth. Her soft lips grazed his cheek. James brought his face up to hers…
χ º χ
Lily turned and stormed off, thoroughly sick of James's conceited words. She debated whether or not she should inform a professor, but decided completely against her values, not to. The words of Snape echoed throughout her head.
"I don't need help from filthy mudblood like her!"
Well, she thought rather nastily, which was incredibly out of character, we'll see if you feel the same way when Potter's done with you! Lily shuddered at the mere thought of what she new James Potter would do to Snape. In fact, I hope he does, it's only what he deserves, the slime. Lily mentally slapped herself for her vengeful thoughts. She didn't normally wish terribly fates on her enemies, but Potter had certainly worried her into a right state.
"Lily! Wait up! Lily!" Lily whipped around, furious, but calmed at the sight of Katie's round, shining face. Katie's face was full of friendly concern.
"You alright?" Katie asked curiously.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just angry."
"Well you have every right to be," Katie reassured her.
"Potter just infuriates me with the way he acts so pompous all the time!" Lily said.
"Well, actually I was referring to what that slimy git Snape said to you," Katie said with a wry smile. Lily's face flushed.
"Oh, I guess you could say I'm pretty used to that type of thing by now."
"I see," Katie said, raising an eyebrow, obviously unconvinced. Lily's mouth widened with shock.
"You don't suspect that I…" Lily said with a scandalized look.
"Oh no, of course not," Lily said nonchalantly, a twinkling in her left eye. "You two are just so cute when you fight," Katie speculated, half to herself.
"Cute? Oh…What?!"
"Never mind, never mind," Katie said, chuckling.
Lily gave her a strange look before turning to find the fat lady staring back at her.
"Well, that was quick," she said briskly. Katie quickly piped the password, and the climbed into the portrait hole together.
χ º χ
"Mr. Potter!" The shrill cry of Professor Brewstend was like a bucket of cold water being dumped on his head. The soft glow of the dark common room melted away, James was sitting in a dimly lit, drafty stone room.
I must have been dozing for a while, he thought, obviously disappointed that his encounter with Lily had only been a dream.
He sat bolt straight and clumsily dipped a slimy green newt into a large cauldron filled to the brim with a bubbling blood red potion. The newt wriggled and writhed beneath the water. He shakily held it beneath the surface, his index finger and thump gripping a bit too tightly to the tip of its tail. Suddenly, it went limp. Slowly he drew it out and set it in a bin of lifeless pink newts to his left.
"Detention is not a time for daydreaming, Mr. Potter." The shrill voice echoed throughout the room. He heard snickering to his left and turned to face a sallow skinned boy with a hooked nose and dark greasy hair. The greasy boy was attempting to stifle his snickers, but was failing most dismally.
"Get back to work, both of you!" Professor Brewstend's voice filled the room yet again. James threw Snape one last terrible look of utter loathing and turned to face his blood red potion yet again.
The minutes passed by in a dreadful silence. James was beginning to become accustomed to the silence and winding down when he was startled by a sharp pain in his left side. Furious, he swung around to find Snape dipping his own newts into a bright yellow potion, a look of utter innocence covering his face. James narrowed his eyes, but let it be, for the time being.
For ten minutes, the potions weren't the only things brewing. After eleven minutes James decided that Snape had calmed down enough to get the full blow of his next prank. His face broke into a malicious grin, which he quickly smothered. Carefully he swung around, squarely hitting a jar of emerald green liquid.
"Oops!" He said, unconvincingly. The jar fell the floor and shattered into a million pieces, the contents splashing the floor. The jar had landed right next to Snape's right leg, and when it had shattered, it splattered the hem of his robes. The robes began to curl and harden.
Snape roared and leapt to his feet, whipping out his wand and pointing it straight at James's heart.
"Mr. Snape! Kindly lower your wand immediately! If you hadn't noticed already, this foolishness is landed you in detention today! Unless you would like me to add yet another to your already horribly long lists you have acquired for yourselves, I suggest you stop this nonsense at once and never continue it again while on Hogwarts grounds! If you would please resume your assigned tasks, I have better things to do than lecture you on proper detention behavior, looking back on the countless times each of you have served in the past." She shot them an extremely sour look, but went back to her paperwork.
Snape glared at James and growled, "You'll pay for this Potter, just you wait." He slipped his wand back inside his robes and sat back down. James couldn't help himself, Snape threatening him twice in one day! He laughed out loud at this absurd comment.
χ º χ
"Lily! Wake up Lily!" Lily groaned and stretched. Melinda, Katie, and Alice were staring down at her, all looking apprehensive. "Its time for the Transfiguration O.W.L.!" Lily was wide-awake at these words. Quickly she leapt to her feet, snatching her book bag and dashing after the other 3 girls down the stairs towards the common room.
χ º χ
"What's the rush Evans?" A nasty voice drawled from behind her. Lily turned, her spirits immediately dampening, if it was at all possible. She knew the horrid voice all too well. Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, and Seth Owsley glared back at them. Owsley was captain of the Slytherin quidditch team. He was a well-built 6th year with dark hair and cold blue eyes. Malfoy was a 5th year with sleek blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Snape was also a 5th year, but had sallow skin and a hooked nose.
"I see you have you little mudblood (he spat this particular word out) worshipping fan club with you," Malfoy continued, not waiting for Lily's answer. He scanned the faces of Melinda, Katie, and Alice with disgust.
"We heard about your little outburst today and wanted to…clear a few things up," he added smugly.
"We do not want, nor need assistance from filthy mudbloods like you," spat Owsley.
Lily snorted and retorted (a/n: no intentional rhyme there), "Well Snape over there didn't look like he had the situation under control hanging upside down with his knickers showing." The girls giggled, and Snape's eyes narrowed menacingly.
"Isn't it just the thing for a filthy benevolent mudblood to go and inform a professor also?" Malfoy continued, ignoring her obvious cheek to Snape. "I can assure you that Severus had the situation under control and would have been fine with out your, so called, help."
"Just stay out of business that isn't your own," Owsley finished, glaring. The 3 boys shoved roughly past them, wiping their arms on their robes. Before turning the corner, Snape turned and spat at their feet.
Lily heard Owsley muttering, "I think one touched me," before they turned the corner and vanished.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!
-->