This was my very first ever, posted online fanfiction, with some edits, because my writing has come a long way since then... It's the first part of A Budding Rose. I'll do a quick disclaimer and summary.
Disclaimer: Yada, yada, yada. I own nothing except that which JKR would not recognize as her own.
Summary: No idea, `cause I don't remember what happened. LOL. Um, basically, the plot doesn't begin until the sequel, but you need the back story, a bit. The classic story of how Lily and James used to argue and hate each other and came to love each other. Smut, fluffy enough for three years of boredom, AU (I think… Don't remember, as I said…), Lily/James. A lot of made up characters here.
How does this work? Well, as I used to do my stories by way of point of views (POVs), I'd hate to change it so much that I drop that. So, it will always say "So and So's POV". And, as such, there are thoughts. Originally, they were just normal dialogue that you had to sort of figure out they were personal thoughts. But as everything that is not in quotations is a thought… Yeah. It's not that hard.
And now, ladies and gentlemen… A Budding Romance.
Chapter One: The Introductions Of The Great And Powerful Lily Evans and James Potter
By Natali
-Lily's POV-
"Where is it?" I hissed, throwing things around my dormitory. "Where is that bloody assignment?"
Ariana Brasseur grimaced, ducking a hair brush I'd thrown her way. "Lils, promise you won't freak?"
I whirled around and stared her down. "Not particularly."
"Potter was up here."
"But boys can't get up the sodding stairs, Ari!" I shrieked, a sinking feeling growing in my gut. Not a good thing happening here…
She smiled mysteriously, and I glared at her. I knew what was coming.
"Potter's not just any old boy though, is he?"
Told you.
Hello, I'm a paperless Lily Evans. I'm seventeen and I go to Hogwarts. I'm not the Head Girl, and
I'm not a prefect. I'm just a regular, normal teenage girl who's just trying to get by in life,
which is pretty good.
Yeah, right. And I'm the bloody Queen of Nincompoops. Sans the paperless Lily Evans part. That, I really am. Especially the paperless part. I'm a tad bit stressed at this moment.
What's my main problem? Two words: James Potter. And what has that stupid son of a bitch done now?
I'll only give myself high blood pressure if I get into it. I'd rather save that for when I unman him.
Now, just exactly how many times can someone bother you to no end? Ask Potter…
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-James's POV-
"Good one, Prongs," my best mate Sirius told me. "What do you think she'll do once she finds out what you did?"
"POTTER!" came a girl's angry voice from somewhere in Gryffindor Tower. Ah, the voice of an angel. A very angry, very bad-tempered angel. A very hot angel. I love it when she gets into that whole "fiery redhead" character. Bloody well the sexiest thing known to English men.
"That," I replied with a grin, high-fiving him. "This is going to be so wicked!"
Just then, a very angry redhead came thundering down the stairs that led to the dormitories. And she was heading straight for me. I don't think she was planning on stopping... If only she'd just bump into me in just the right way.
"Hey, Evans," I said, trying to control my laughter. "You called?"
"You are such a jackass," she screamed at me, finally arriving in front of me. "Do you know what you just did?"
"Well, let's see here," I mused, tapping my chin mockingly. "I just finished my Defense Against The Dark Arts homework. Is that what you mean, muffin?"
If looks could kill, I would have been dead three times over. The girl was looking homicidal. Maybe it was just the fact that her face was about as red as her hair… I perked up a bit. I've never seen her this mad. This would make sure for an extra yummy argument, no doubt.
"You prick!" she screamed. "Where the fuck did you put my goddamned paper! Did you honestly think that I wouldn't notice the difference-especially when the replacement you put was titled Goblins In My Gizzard."
"I've no clue what you mean. And you don't need to scream. I'm right in front of you," I said
calmly, catching Sirius laughing silently out of the corner of my eye. Ah, the things I do for my friends'
amusement.
"I spent hours on that bloody paper! And it's due in two hours!" she snapped at me, her face getting redder and redder all the while. "I want it back!"
"And I want my own personal prostitute, but I'm not getting that, am I? Anyway, I'm sorry, poppet, but I
haven't a clue what you're talking about," I grinned. "But I'm sure Professor Martin will be most
forgiving." I smiled falsely.
Out of nowhere, she picked up her wand and burned the paper that I had just finished writing. All that was left were
ashes. After you spend two days writing a major exam paper, you wouldn't be too ready to let it go anytime soon. Or
ever, rather. I would give my left hand to protect that paper.
I gawked at the remains, anger (and this empty, somewhat girly feeling of depression) welling up inside of me. "That was a meter long paper, Evans," I said with deathly calm. "Tell me it's safely hidden in your room and that you didn't just do what I think you did."
There was a pause while our gazes locked and she slowly raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Or what?"
I took a step closer-I couldn't even feel my hands and feet I was so mad. She was my only target, all I was concentrated on. "You're the biggest bitch I have ever met, Evans. What exactly is it that you have up your arse? The Devil's pitchfork?"
-Now, before you go around saying that James Potter is a heartless git that offends poor, helpless females, I'd like to defend myself. Evans is just as mean to me, and a guy can only take so much. So, I hope you understand that I'm not really cruel, only very pissed off at a certain stupid, pain in the ass, beautiful, disgustingly shaggable redhead…-
"You, Potter."
I couldn't resist it. I smiled charmingly, pushing away the anger. "I would adore being up your arse, Evans. I wasn't aware I had the option."
"Fuck off, Potter," she snarled.
"I'd rather have you fuck me." I'd decided to leave it at that-I did, after all, have to go make up some shit paper for Dark Arts-except that the lovely Miss Evans felt it appropriate to slap me.
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-Lily's POV-
I wasn't planning on slapping him. It just sort of happened. Honest. Sure, I've thought about it several-countless-times. But I've never really gone through with it. But I really did not get a good night's sleep, and then it was sort of early… Could you blame me? Really? And it just felt so good.
But I will apologize. We've never actually gotten physical. Oh, yeah, we must've done a trillion and two things to each other's possessions and clothing and features, but we'd never gotten physical. So, even I can admit when I'm wrong.
"What the fuck was that for?" he asked me in a dangerously low voice.
"For being such a stupid git," I snapped. I had been about to apologize, but never mind that if he's going to be so snappy about it. I don't waste my time or my breath. "Think about that next time you play a prank on me, eh?"
"I swear, if you weren't a bloody girl…" He took a breath and said, "Just get out of my sight."
"I will when you get a life and leave me alone," I replied just as menacingly.
"Lils," a voice said from behind me. "Just back off."
It was Ariana-my best mate, the peacemaker of our little group. Ari doesn't hate anyone, and she just can't understand how liberating it is to release some of those pent up emotions. My hatred for Potter, for instance… She could never get it.
And now Potter and I were having a staring contest. Neither of us blinked, spoke, or I don't think even breathed. How much more juvenile could we get?
"You're the most pathetic, sorriest thing that I've ever had the misfortune to meet, Lily," he said.
I blinked twice, backing away from him slowly. "Just stay away from me. That's all I want from a no good like you. Pretend I don't even exist."
What he'd said… It'd hurt. I don't know why. But it'd just cut so deep into me. But I'm not the sorriest thing. Right? After fighting for so long with someone whom you've known for so long, and know as only an enemy knows another enemy, it takes the smallest of caustic remarks to cut you deep. Yet here I am, hurt. And it did. Hurt, I mean. No one has ever called me pathetic. Bloody fuck, people lust after me, envy me, want to be me! But I feel just like what he called me-a pathetic, sorry thing, one that he's had the misfortune to meet. To top that off, I came back with the weakest comeback ever known to man (that part grates quite a bit).
Turning on my heels, I started for the stairs. I didn't feel like putting up a fight with that git today. It was Friday, the best day of the bloody week. And nobody was going to ruin it for me-anymore than he had already anyway. Who knows? Maybe Professor Martin will be forgiving about it... The little perv likes to look at me enough. Maybe if I open my top a bit...?
I shook my head. What had happened?
When I reached my room, I flung myself onto my bed and sighed very deeply. Besides the fact that I would now have to
turn in a blank paper and get no credit-that is, unless Martin's pervy side comes out, of course-, my head was
killing me. Fighting with a long time foe took energy.
"Lils?" Ari asked. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I said. "He just really upset me. And now I don't have a paper to turn in. That's a detention for sure. Or having to endure Martin ogling me. I haven't decided which one I prefer yet."
"Well, look on the bright side. Potter doesn't have a paper either," she smiled, sitting down next to me as I laughed. "Come on, get a move on," she said. "We've got a class."
I sighed and rolled off my bed. "Fine. But I'm not happy about it. I wonder if I could feign the flu?"
"Don't try it," Ari said simply, holding the door open while I rushed out, throwing on my bag. "Because whenever you're not there, Martin stares at my chest. Not my thing, Lils. You're used to it."
I threw her a look, and made my way down the stairs behind her.
We were making our way to our first class of the afternoon-Transfiguration-when Ari said what is perhaps the most idiotic thing that has ever escaped her lips (and there have been a lot of those-trust me).
"Wouldn't it be hilarious if you two hooked up?"
"If who hooked up?" Chloe asked, joining us in the walk to class. Chloe is what you'd call… Nosey. All five feet and three inches of her. Mind you, she's got more than enough personality and charisma to make up for whatever height she's missing. "Lily and who?"
"Potter," Ari snickered evilly, dodging a blow from me.
"Do you know what would be funnier, Ari?" I asked her. "You falling into a ditch and dying accidentally." I lifted one of my eyebrows for effect, and I think it was quiet effective.
"Thing is, I'm not really sure if you were kidding about that…" Ari muttered. "Oh, no."
Thing is, I'm not really either. Ha, ha.
"You're so dramatic, Lils," Chloe rolled her eyes. "Potter's really not that bad..."
"Er, hello, he is a back-stabbing, cocky, piece of shit, I'm-the-frosting-on-the-cake, cherry-on-your-sundae, God's-greatest-gift-to-man, arrogant asshole who never knows when to stop it and just shut up."
"Yeah, well," Marioly paused. "Doesn't matter, does it? He's still really gorgeous."
"Hello all!" came a voice from behind them. It was Remus, coming up to Ari and giving her a kiss. "So Lily, I heard you and James got into this major fight today, eh? What'd he do this time? Everyone is saying you were in a pissy mood to top them all! I couldn't wait to hear the details."
"Ugh, please don't even remind me of that. Because of the prat that he is, I don't have the DADA homework." I began to pout again.
"Oh well," Remus shrugged. "Then just say that you're sick or something. Turn it in next time. You know Martin will be glad to glance down your shirt and give you a free grade if you'd just let him." He gave Ari one last kiss and gave one last snicker before departing.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't care what you say. There's no way on heaven, earth, or hell that I'd ever even think about dating that mother fucker."
"Lils," Ari sighed. "You need to be more open minded. Besides," she looked at me slyly, "I just know you haven't gotten laid in a long while."
"You're such a dork. I don't have sex with every guy I'm with," I smiled, walking into the Transfiguration classroom, preparing myself mentally for what was about to come-I sit next to guess who. I swear that McGonagall did it on purpose, just to get back at me for that time I called her an ugly old troll and she caught me.
I swear it.
"So that's why you're always so bitchy!" Chloe exclaimed.
I made sure that my book made nice, hard contact with that empty head of hers.
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-James's POV-
"Listen, Prongs," Remus whispered to me. "Just don't make a big scene, alright. We really don't need you to get expelled for Saturday's game. I personally will kill you if you do."
"She started it," I snarled, winking at a group of girls. They in turn began to giggle. I love the way that I have girls at my fingertips… In more ways than one, if you get my meaning.
"No, not really," Sirius shook his head. "But that was wickedly awesome though, the way that she slapped you." He broke into a fit of laughter.
"Right," I replied dryly. "Just downright wicked."
"Just don't do anything...rash, ok? You sit next to her in this class. Try not to kill yourselves," Remus told me.
"I can't make any promises," I grumbled.
"Hey, where's Peter?" Remus asked.
"Who cares?" Sirius asked. He never really liked Peter. "The ninny can stay away from us for awhile for all I care."
I snickered as we entered the classroom. Peter was sort of a girl. But we put up with him anyway. Lately though, he's been disappearing a lot. Wonder what for…
McGonagall had the stupid windows open and it was the middle of bloody January. Stupid git of a teacher… Is she daft? Good chance of that though.
Ah, and there was Evans, laughing and talking in the center of a circle. She always had to be the center of
attention. It was unnerving. Really, what's special about her anyway?
She's pretty, smart, and has got the best arse in the whole Seventh Year.
Hormones are a bitch. I can't even properly hate my sworn enemy. Oh well, whatever. Blame it on my male parts, and then move on!
I took my seat next to her, ignoring her existence and turning to this girl that sits in front of me. "Hi, Nina."
Nina was a tall blonde-haired girl with nice long legs that liked to part for anything with two balls and a penis-sometimes even less than that. In other words, she was about as easy as it got. "Hi, James," she smiled.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" I asked. I need a date to go to this club-if I decide to go. And anyway, I could always use a snog session if the club idea didn't go through.
"Not much," she giggled, twirling her hair. "Why do you ask?"
"How about going out with me?"
"I'd love to," she gushed just as the bell rang for class to start. "Later, sexy," she winked, turning around.
I heard Evans snort beside me. What the fuck is her problem?
"Don't do that," I warned. "You might turn into a pig someday."
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A/N: Alright, that's the first chapter. I intend to, as I do my other current fanfictions, to update every Saturday. I'm not sure if I'll be able to post this Saturday. It's still up in the air (I might not be here… Yeah.)
Please read, and review. Spank you!
Love,
Natali
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