Stupid James Potter
Lily Evans doesn’t have many friends; in fact, you could say she has none. Not that she needs them. The only friend she needs is Remus, and that’s the thought that crosses his mind when she finally finds him, leaving the library.
– FINALLY. I’ve been looking for you forever – she said, clinging to his arm and starting to walk down the hall – I need to rant.
– No, really? You? Ranting? – Remus is smiling – but you’re the cheeriest girl at Hogwarts. No, not Hogwarts, THE WHOLE UNITED KIN-
– Yeah, yeah, whatever – she interrupts – I wouldn’t complain half as much if you didn’t have those absolute morons as friends…
– They’re not so bad. You just want to believe they are.
– Because they are – Lily insists – Black, for starters. Black is so arrogant he thinks he’s better than the rest of the world while he can’t even see further than his own…
– Lily, I think I’m NOT the person to talk shit about Sirius – Remus’s pitch has gone up a couple notes, and his friend smiles, amused.
– Yeah, you’d surely like to talk about him in some other context. How about “Sirius, I want you to dick me down against every wall in the castle”?
Colour rises to Remus’s cheeks, but he doesn’t look bothered. He looks askance at Lily while he replies to her attack.
– You know, funny you’d say that. Is that what you’re planning on telling James when you FINALLY stop fooling yourself?
– I do NOT like Potter.
– And I don’t like Sirius.
– I’m tired of you, Lupin. Common room at eight? – she responds, turning to look at him while she walks backwards into the corridor in the right.
– Only if you’re not late – he says playfully, entering the one in the left.
Lily smiles, but it doesn’t last long on her face; she has barely finished turning again when he crashes against someone. Someone.
– Lily! – James Potter smiles at her, as if it was the first time she’s ever seen her.
– Sorry, Potter. Didn’t see you there – the girl takes a small step back. They don’t need to be so close, do they?
– It’s fine, ginger. I’d crash into you every day.
– You’re incorrigible, Potter. You really don’t know when to stop – she answers, her eyes going blank.
– I’ll stop when you stop being so pretty, Evans.
– You could at least update your flirting. Who taught you that? Your parents? Slughorn?
– It’s always been very successful – James’s expressions varies almost imperceptibly, but Lily notices. She’d recognise that naughty grin if it was one in a million – What’s wrong, Evans? Do you prefer another kind of flirting?
Lily feels a tug at his stomach. I hate when she calls me Evans.
– Forget it, Potter. It’s not gonna happen – she nearly panics when he leans over to talk near her ear, but she forces herself to stay calm.
– We’ll see, Evans. Don’t be so fast to say no – she feels his breath tickling on her hair, and she stands very still while the boy walks past her.
She manages to turn around just in time to see him walk away down the corridor. Stupid James Potter, with his stupid glasses, his stupid hair, his stupid cockiness and his stupid smile. He makes her sick when he talks to her as if he cared, when he makes her into the center of attention and he pronounces her surname with that voice tone that makes her warm.
Stupid James Potter, she thinks once again as she resumes her way towards her next class.