|Worse than Voldemort
Author: NotCinderellaMaybeRobinHood PM
As James trips over himself to get to Lily Evans, who he claims is the future Mrs. Potter, something comes along that might turn the slow but steady chase into an all out sprint for her love. Collab with Ellen Potter.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Lily Evans P. & James P. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,414 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 12-16-12 - Published: 05-20-12 - id: 8134983
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Takes place during their 5th year.
The normally hushed halls of Hogwarts were now filled with excited chatter and squeals. Not from the males, but squeals in the hall none the less. Some students raved about the new Rolling Stones album, others about the Quidditch match, and still others about the latest prank by the four and only Marauders.
The Marauders themselves were not in any way excluded from the jolly festivities.
"Does anyone know what all this is about?" the rat scratched his head in confusion before he felt an arm sling over his shoulder.
"Who cares, Wormtail!" The voice of the Gryffindor Black rang. "We've made Snivellus look like a fool and I'm a head in the detention race, life is good." When the words detention race left his mouth he sent a look to Prongsie, who simply rolled his eyes.
"Oi, Padfoot, everyone knows that I will get the most detentions before all of us graduate." To prove his point he sent a spell at Malfoy that caused his golden locks he loved so dearly become the brightest shade of pink.
While many laugh at the Slytherin King as he walked along as if nothing happened, Sirius clamped his hand on James back in victory.
"I see I have worthy competition," Sirius said before taking a medieval fighting stance and holding out an invisible sword. "On guard!"
At the show before them, most students stopped and watched; this includes the members of the 'I Love James Potter!' fan club which consisted of mostly Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and…Heck, almost every girl that wasn't in Slytherin or already had a boyfriend. Though most of them were also in the 'I Love Sirius Black' and 'I Love Remus Lupin' fan clubs too.
They continued this for a good five minutes before the voice of Little Ms. Perfect Prefect came into ear shot.
"Potter! Black! What in the name of all that is right are you doing!" she inquired as she rushed through the crowed of laughing on lookers.
James sent her a grin. "I am defending my honor from this wretched beast, my love. Care to give me a token of affection in case I fail and never return?"
Padfoot took advantage of Prongs' distraction by striking him square in heart.
James dramatically covered his heart with one hand as the other flew to his forehead. "Alas! I have been bested by a mutt-"
"All of you need to get up and go to the common room!" Lily ushered the crowed away, they parted reluctantly.
James stood and brushed himself off. "Aw, Lily-flower," he said while faking an understanding expression. "If you were jealous of all the other students watching me then you could have just said something."
Lily sent him an angry look before turning to Remus. "Do you want to do our runs as prefects now or wait until things calm down?"
"Oi, Moony, you better not be trying to steal my Lily-flower!"
Remus chuckled at his friend's mock accusation before turning to Lily. "It'd be pointless to start now, the match just ended."
"Very true, Moony, my boy," Padfoot said while looking at his fellow Marauders. "An easy victory for the Ravenclaws, I dare say. I hear they've been training all week while Hufflepuff has not even gotten the pitch since September with all the practices we've been running."
"So if it is all the same to you, I think we should start in an hour or two," Remus said politely before he and Peter started walking back to the Common room.
Before Lily could say anything James snatched her hand quicker than he would a snitch and kissed it before running off with Sirius close behind. "Until the morn', my love,"
Lily made a face at his retreating form before glancing down at her now wet hand she smiled at it before shaking her head violently and walking to the library.
The next morning the Great hall was abuzz with noise, chatter, and talk about everything under the sun.
Peter scurried through an essay he had yet to write the conclusion paragraph for. Sirius and James were arm wrestling over the last piece of bacon and Remus was declared the referee.
Besides a few looks of disgust, James had not been acknowledged by Lily so far that day.
For she was sitting next to Alice and Frank as they awkwardly tried not to show each other that they liked the other. She smiled behind her book as she saw both the Gryffindor's blush as their hands brushed together when they both reached for the salt.
"I-I'm sorry," Frank mumbled as he handed the salt to Alice. She smiled nervously as he accidently spilled the pepper on his food and tried to cover the fact.
"It's no problem," Alice replied in the chip tone she always used when she was nervous. As if every word made her doubt if her voice could handle it's weight.
"Attention students," The Great Hall fell into complete silence as the Headmaster spoke. Even Prongs and Padfoot, who had finished their match with Sirus as the victor, turned to look at the renowned wizard. "There will be an announcement in all of your common rooms directly after your meal of an important event that will take place." There was a glint in his eye. "So I ask that all students in every house from years four and up," a groan could be heard from the younger students. "Return to their common rooms after they eat."
After he finished talking he looked at everyone at the Gryffindor table. "Did anyone else notice how he won't tell us now? I mean, is it bad?" his eyes narrowed.
They all knew what something bad meant; that You-Know-Who had done something.
"Maybe it's another class they're adding and they don't want the first through third years to know about it." Remus ventured.
"Whatever it is," Sirius cut in. "It oughta be big for them to not flat out tell us."
"Well," James said jumping from his seat. "Let's find out," with that he took off from the room laughing with his friends around him.