In the Tower
Chapter Thirteen: Going Coo-coo
Summary: I kinda forgot, so you'll have to look it up yourself…
Disclaimer: I've already written twelve disclaimers. If you must see a disclaimer, go back a chapter and read that disclaimer if you so wish.
Author's Note: DUMBLEDORE RULES!
Previously: "Stop what?"
"Stop… stop, just stop, okay!"
"Okay James," she said, looking up at him with her big green eyes.
"And stop staring at me."
"Okay James," she said, without looking away. He couldn't resist it, and he figured that was exactly what she had planned on him doing. He leaned down, slowly, and she stretched out against him, trying to get herself closer. He, then, very slowly and softly, kissed her.
These things don't just happen. Klaus Baudelaire, Lemony Snicket's a Series of Unfortunate Events
He popped another Lemon Drop in his mouth and sighed, sucking on it, looking around his office and staring pensively out the window, the snow billowing and hitting the window with rough enthusiasm. He sighed again and stood from the chair, for a man his age, should have been painfully hard to do. He walked over to his bird, which was in perfect health, and started stroking its neck softly.
"Fawkes," he whispered to the bird, as it arched its neck against his hand and looked at him, "I'm afraid. I know I shouldn't be, for so many people look to me for comfort and advice, but the project is getting me on edge and if something doesn't develop soon, it might never happen. And if it never happens, our world will end!"
Fawkes nodded, and let him rant as much as he needed. "Sometimes, I want to just throw the idea down and stop it, even thought I know without someone getting between it all it will never happen! Do you have any idea how far apart they are?" Fawkes nodded again.
"And we both yearn to end their fighting, but you know that with his stubbornness it will never happen." Fawkes was getting confused now, but kept nodding; though the pressure on his head was getting harder than usual.
"He will make us crazy for it to happen before the end! I know he will!" Dumbledore screamed, accioing his bag of Lemon Drops and taking a handful before placing those all in his mouth. "He's all ready driven me half insane!" Fawkes knew what he was saying of course, everything was clear in his ears, even if the voice was actually broken and muffled.
"The day that James Potter gets Lily Evans to love him, the day Voldemort will finally try and take over!" And with that, Dumbledore flew out of the room, leaving a certain phoenix after him thinking he's a bit high.
Hehehe,
McGonagall was startled as Dumbledore came bursting into her private chambers. "Yes, Albus?" She asked him, ruffled, as she inspected the dark smear of ink that traveled from her mouth to her eyebrow. She picked up her wand and vanished it away.
"They will never get together!" He said in a high voice. Minerva sighed as she looked over the essay she had been grading. King Sirius Black glared up at her as she skimmed over the paper, which was utterly flawless. She put an `O' at the top and picked up the next essay, barley listening to Albus' rant. She wanted to smack her head against the desk, and looked at the next name. James Potter looked up at her with almost innocent letters, and his paper, too, was flawless. She scanned over the paper and looked at Sirius'. They were not like each other in the least. Minerva fumed as she looked at Sirius', where he talked about giant volcano balls and hidden broom closets. James', rather, was actually what she was looking for. She reached back over to Sirius' paper, scratched out the `O' and put a `T' and right next to it scrolled in her writing, "Mr. Black, when will you ever grow up? School will be over in less than six months, and you will be on your own. Think about it."
"Albus," She finally said, after grading all her essays and realizing that he was still ranting on behind her, "If you want this to happen so badly, why don't you do something that will help it along?" She immediately wanted to slap herself in the head. Bad mistake, bad mistake.
"'Help it along? Help it along?' Not a bad idea, Minerva!" He said, scratching his chin, and McGonagall instantly wanted to groan. "Thank you, I have a perfect idea!"
She shouted after him, "Whatever you do, Albus please nothing that will make them regret it!" He came back in after she said that.
"They won't regret it, Minerva. I am merely enhancing their feelings for one another until it is over blowing, which won't be that hard. They will have to know how they feel about each other after this!" And with that, he ran out of her rooms. Minerva, like Fawkes, very much thought that Albus Dumbledore was on drugs, and Minerva personally thought he was going senile.
Lily must want James pretty badly now…
Lily sighed gently as she bit into a blueberry muffin and watched James sleep. She had seemed to do that a lot now. Yeah, well, she knew that he had been doing it too. She was sitting up on her side of the bed with the blankets down to her waist, but they were far enough so the only thing that showed of James was his head. She reached a hand down and smoothed, or tried to, down his hair, which only resulted in it lying down for two seconds before sticking up again.
She put a hand to her mouth and couldn't help but giggle. She had always loved his hair. The way that it stuck up at odd ends always gave him a boyish, very boyish, boy next door look. She took a look at her watch, which glared out at her in the dark that it was five fifteen in the morning and she should be going to sleep, after what she had done last night!
Lily hissed at her watch, "Oh shut up. What would you know, since you're just a stupid watch? And all we did was snog!" The watch then told her in a shrill, but lower voice, `that was the exact opposite of what the watch known was on Lily's mind'.
Lily gave her watch the look she had previously reserved for the Marauders, mainly James, when they annoyed the crap out of her. But her watch didn't have feelings, but it did blink up at her innocently like she had seen James do a few times to avoid trouble that was most certainly coming. "You know," James said to her, amused, watching her stare hard down at her watch with a frown on her face, "after about, oh, the thousandth time you made that same face at me, it didn't affect me anymore. And I'm sure that you've glared at your watch enough times for it to feel the same way."
"Shut up, James." She said to him, without even looking at him. He moved his hand to try and find his glasses on the small table on his side of the bed, but they weren't there. He shrugged casually and told himself he'd find them later.
He smirked sardonically up at her, and she felt his gaze on the back of her head, then very slowly going down her back. He raises a hand, lazily, sleepily, for he had just waked up hearing Lily's watch telling her shrilly exactly what it thought of their escapades adventures last night, and ran it down her spine, making her shiver.
"I hate it when you do that," she said, forcing back what she really wanted to say, but kept that part to her. She was still blushing.
"I love it when you hate it, because I do that," he said smartly, earning Lily to turn around and clock him upside the head.
"I hate it because you love it because I hate it!"
"I love it because you hate it because I love it because you hate it!"
"I hate- what the hell are we even fighting about?"
"I don't know I was just playing along." James said, closing his eyes and leaning farther into his pillow.
"'Course you were Jamsie." He snapped up.
"Please, PLEASE, do not call me that. I hate it when Sirius calls me that. It's so annoying!"
"Jamsie,"
He growled in his throat. "Lily."
"Jamsie,"
"Lilers," He said, his eyes twinkling merrily but his face and tone indifferent.
"Jamsie,"
"Lilikins,"
"Jamsie!"
"Lilikins!"
"Jaaaa-mmmmm-sie!" She said, like the old bubble head blonde girl friends he had had.
"Liiiilllllllllliiiiiiiie!" He said in the same voice, though her blonde boyfriends had said that, not her blonde girlfriends. Just making that clear. She said, Jamsie, in an even louder, annoying voice, and kept the pitch, her voice cracking, until James lunged at her, throwing both of them off the bed and rolling onto the floor.
"Well," James said, leaning his head against the floor and breathing deep, "at least the floor isn't hard."
"How would you know, brainac?" Lily said her voice muffled from James's chest pressed against it, her head tilted to make sure there was no damage done to her nose or something.
"If the floor was less comfortable, you would be more comfortable then you're letting on." Lily bit him hard from aggravation, and he yelped, but didn't move. "Lover's bite, nice,"
"Do you take everything sexual?" She said, looking up at him, as he leaned back and kept himself up with a hand supporting himself on each side of her head. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"I'm a teenage boy. Does that answer your question?" He said to her, and she smiled up at him.
"Not really, no."
"Then, yes, I do."
"I knew it." She told him, lightly, cocking an eyebrow. He raised his eyebrow, which had been already raised, even higher, until it disappeared into his hair. "I didn't know eyebrows could go that high…" she told him stupidly, reaching up a hand to find the eyebrow that disappeared.
"They don't," he told her, "but my eyebrows seem to be double jointed." And then he raised the other eyebrow and his lips formed a small smile. "I'm also an ambidextrous."
"Both hands, huh?" Lily said, trying to get herself up, but James's lower half was still lying on hers, and he showed no signs of needing to move. "That's hot."
He smiled bigger at her. "Oh, I know."
She struggled to get out from beneath him, and James watched her, amused, as always. "Oh you arrogant little turd," She finally said, lying back down on the ground, squirming every once in a while. "I think I landed on something sharp."
"Uh yeah," James said, squinting at her teasingly, "my glasses." She gave him the hard look again. "I told you earlier, it doesn't work anymore."
"Well, bah!" She said to him finally, not being able to come up with anything else.
His eyebrows practically disappeared now. "Will you lower your eyebrows!" She snapped at him. "You look like a mongoose without them!" The eyebrows were now so low that she couldn't see his eyes. "Put your eyebrows were God made them to be!"
"Yes, Master." He told her, jokingly, and his eyebrows were now finally where they were supposed to be. But it was her turn to raise her eyebrow that she had previously had up but had put it down. Did that make any sense? Well, it should.
"If I'm your master, then you're my slave and" he cut her off.
"Normal slave or love slave?"
"You're disgusting."
"I'm your slave. And being your slave, I am made to serve you in anyway possible."
"I shall say it again. You are disgusting."
"It's only my job, ma'am."
"Loser,"
"Master,"
"Slave,"
"Only for your love,"
"Charmer,"
"Fit to serve your every need, desire, and pleasure." She opened her mouth. "I know, `You're disgusting.' You've told me enough."
"You're not flattering."
"I only flatter when ordered to."
"Well, if I am your master, then I order you to get off me, right now!"
He cocked an eyebrow again. "Is that what you're mind tells you, or are you going to listen to your heart?"
"You're confusing." She told him, but her eyes flickered with emotions.
"So are you."
"Girls have always been confusing." He told her, lightly.
"Homo sapiens have always been confusing, eons and eons of confusing. But the male mind is more confusing than the female mind." She said to him, mocking.
"Shut up and kiss me."
"For one, I'm the master, you're the love slave."
"Oh so I'm the love slave? Gotcha,"
She went on, ignoring him. "Secondly, I cannot move anything connected to my body except my head, so you have to lean down to kiss me. Thirdly, I am not going to move, because I am extremely comfortably and have no intention on moving the rest of the day."
"But you're on the floor."
Again, she ignored him. "Fourthly, shut up, and kiss me! You are my love slave; it's not even seven in the morning. Fifthly, I am comfortable, and I don't care if I'm on the floor, its very comfortable except for the fact that you're glasses is sticking me in the back. So, if you move like, one foot to the side, I can remove your glasses from my back, then I can get on the bed, or stay on the floor, and we can commence in whatever we were about to do."
"Okay." He said, and rolled off her. She promptly sat up and removed his now broken glasses from her shirt, then lay down again. He rolled back on top of her. "Am I hurting you?"
"I told you, I'm comfortable. And you're weight is just enough to make me feel comfortable." She looked up at him with searching eyes. "You're pretty handsome, Jamie." She said calling him by his nickname she had just made up.
"Jamie, huh?" Then he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "Well, you're very beautiful, Lil." And he moved so his hands framed her head, and his full weight was on her, and she informed him that she was quite comfortable, needless of his, what, one hundred fifty pounds. Then he kissed her on the lips, and they melted into one another. Though not literally, because people can't melt into one another, it's not right. Right, fire in their veins and blood pumping loud in their ears, they, uh, well, there's no fancy term for make out. I wanted to say make love, but that's a completely different thing. So yeah, he's not pushing her in anyway, and she's not pushing him. They are completely going, safely.
He popped another lemon drop in his mouth, watching them through a crystal ball. He laughed maniacally. "It's alive! It's alive!"
"Albus, really," McGonagall said to him, trying to look past his shoulder into the ball, but he moved his head each time so she couldn't see anything. "They're all ready were alive. And with Potter hitting on her with them stuck in the tower for God knows how long, of course it would have happened! You can take the spell off now; I don't think they'll change what they're doing."
"Of course it would of, it's Lily Evans. It's James Potter. It would have never happened. Voldemort will now take over the world."
"No he won't!" She snapped at him, slamming her hands on the table holding the ball. "You will defeat him, Albus, and Lily and James will just be another couple we match made and they ended up getting married!"
He looked at her. "Minerva that is not the beauty of what you're thinking. Something happened that they didn't try. It's quite wonderful Minerva."
She sighed, exasperated. "Tell me what is so wonderful, Albus." He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Really?" She asked him after he was done telling her. "That's absurd!"
"It isn't absurd, it was a mistake! And a wonderful mistake," He sighed, and watched the ball again. It clouded over, for privacy's sake.
She sighed and looked over his shoulder. "Well, if we must, what is happening with the other Marauders?"
He gazed hard into the ball. "Mr. Black is currently trying to hit on a certain Ms. Ah Bleu." McGonagall pulled a face that looked between a laugh and a grimace.
"Like bleu cheese. Oh that makes me laugh."
He went on ignoring her. "And she's trying her hardest to ignore him, and is paying attention to her horse and his, for he's neglecting it to try and hit on her. Oh, boo! They're kissing." He squinted harder into the ball. "And I think…" he squinted narrower, "that the horses are rolling their eyes."
McGonagall snorted at it. "And, Mr. Lupin?"
He shook his head and cleared his eyes and looked harder into the ball. "He's talking, to a girl. She has auburn hair and big brown eyes, and she's of medium height." That's all he needed to describe her, for Professor McGonagall immediately figured out who she was.
"Ah, Ms. Vango! She's very talented, would give Mr. Potter a run for his money in Transfiguration."
"Oh! Isn't that the girl with the really weird name?" He asked, not removing his eyes from the ball.
"Albus, Somailia is not a strange name. It is very beautiful. And it's a country in… Africa I believe. No, wait, it's spelled differently… oh, dear."
"Right, right," he said to her, distracted, watching her run a hand down Remus' arm in a comforting manner. He looked like he was stressing out. She stopped and hugged him, tightly, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, tilting his head so it was hidden in her shoulder, and started sobbing.
"And, Mr. Pettigrew? What about him?" She asked Dumbledore.
He blinked and looked hard at the ball for a few moments. "I cannot see anything with him; he is blocked from my view."
"Well, I believe are plan is done. Shall we give them all some private time?" McGonagall asked Dumbledore, with an implying tone in her voice that clearly meant stop prying into kid's lives. He turned and looked at her with pleading eyes, and she shook her head at him. The woman had a heart of stone. "No, no more budging into other student's lives. We are done," then she added in an undertone, "for today." Then she straightened her shoulders and squared her back. "Come, Albus, breakfast will be served soon."
As they left, a misted shape took the form of a small; seventeen-year old boy howling in pain as a skull embedded itself into his arm. And then it vanished as soon as it came.
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