Chapter Summary – Sirius stared at Lily as though he never saw anything like her. He suddenly started to shift as though he were completely uncomfortable at where the conversation was going. Many times, he had girls swooning over him, gushing as they shouted that they loved him - the girls who were sluts and merely wanted to date the Quidditch player, the hottest boy in school. Lily doubted, on the other hand, that any girl had simply stated that they liked him for him and not because he was the popular, gorgeous jock.
Chapter Title – Drake and Lily
Honestly, I don't understand what my mind is doing to me. First, I see wonky things in mirrors – I swear they're not true! – now I'm having dreams. Quite frankly, if this doesn't stop soon, I'm seriously going to murder myself. Just the image of kissing Potter makes me want to seriously vomit. I can't keep thinking about him in disgusting ways… I'm with Drake now. It wouldn't be fair to him or me. It's our first date today. I hope nothing goes wrong.
Lily walked into the bathroom to see Rhia sitting on the sink in only her undergarments with shaving cream everywhere. Lily crossed her arms over her chest and made her way slowly towards her friend, completely baffled at what was going on. Rhia looked up and brushed a piece of ebony hair behind her ear, coating it with shaving cream.
"What is going on?"
"August said that Muggles shave with some sort of cream…" Rhia trailed off.
Lily shook her head and walked over towards the sink. She never knew that purebloods didn't use shaving cream. How did they shave? A wave of their wand? Merlin, Lily would need to learn that spell. Think of all the time she spends shaving her legs when she could simply wave a wand!
"Rhia, you're supposed to put the shaving cream on the legs and rub it in. Then you take a razor and run it up your leg."
"Razor!" Rhia grabbed a blue razor that was sitting next to her. "It's August's razor. She said I could barrow it."
The next half hour Lily showed Rhia the mechanics of shaving one's legs. She had a hard time at first, as she pushed the blades too close to her skin causing many cuts to occur. The girl complained about how Muggles had the stupidest, most painful, most bloody way of getting rid of hair. Lily laughed, not being able to contain herself. It was nice to be able to joke with Rhia again. It was nice to forget that they weren't best friends, confidants, or whatever anymore. They could sit and laugh together, and that was the greatest thing.
Lily and Rhia made their way down to the entranceway together. Rhia complained the whole time of her legs burning and vowing to never so much as look at a muggle razor for as long as she lived. She was forced to put on a pair of jeans instead of the skirt she was planning to wear for Leo's sake. Lily, on the other hand, took the discarded skirt and put it on as the only skirts she owned were sitting in her closet at home. She tugged at the fabric feeling self-conscious of herself – the skirt was awfully short.
"You're taking away from the look," Rhia snapped. "Stop tugging on it."
"If I bend over," Lily started, "then you'll catch a nice view of my knickers."
"Then don't bend over or get nicer knickers," she hissed. "Leo!"
Rhia bounded away from Lily and quickly put her arms around her boyfriend's neck. Feeling slightly alone, Lily wrapped her arms around her stomach and scanned the room for Drake. Her emerald eyes wandered around the crowd looking for the boy but simply couldn't find him. Her gaze landed on James Potter who stood next to Remus and August. They were chatting while smiling and laughing. Potter really did have a lovely smile. His teeth were pearly white and his eyes sparkled. If only he wasn't such a git.
"Poppet, darling, I must confess my deepest apologies," a familiar voice said from behind her.
Lily didn't need to turn around to see who was there. She knew perfectly well it was Sirius, the boy who had suddenly stopped talking to her after their last detention. The whole debacle with the mirror made him moody and distant. The only person he would talk to was Potter but even then she heard them arguing about that stupid mirror. He wouldn't say what he saw. Stubborn bastard.
"For being a total jerk during and after detention?" she inquired innocently.
"No, not during the detention but for after the detention, yes."
Lily turned around to see Sirius standing there with a look on his face that made her heart break. His hands were stuffed in his pockets. His posture was oddly straight. His eyes were dark and a piercing stare was directed at her. The corner of his lips were in a thin line with the corners slightly turned down. His jaw was tight. Huge bags resided under his eyes and his hair laid messily on his head.
"I guess that's good enough."
"Good because that's all you're getting," Sirius replied with a tight smile.
"Sirius," she started, "I want to say something, but I don't want you to get mad."
"Promise you won't get mad? I mean, you do have a bloody awful temper."
"I promise on my rugged good looks."
"I don't know what you saw in that mirror, and if you don't want to tell me, I'm not going to push you. I do think, however, that you need to talk to someone about it because it's obviously affecting your everyday life. I know that you don't think of me as anything other than a girl you like to bug but in the past couple of months… I've uh… I've begun to think of you as a really good friend, sort of like a brother in a sense, and I don't like to see you hurting like this."
Sirius stared at Lily as though he never saw anything like her. He suddenly started to shift as though he were completely uncomfortable at where the conversation was going. Many times, he had girls swooning over him, gushing as they shouted that they loved him - the girls who were sluts and merely wanted to date the Quidditch player, the hottest boy in school. Lily doubted, on the other hand, that any girl had simply stated that they liked him for him and not because he was the popular, gorgeous jock.
"I don't just think of you as the girl I like to bug," he began slowly and awkwardly.
"Well, it just seemed so because you said your tattoo was too personal to show me. I sort of thought we were good friends at that point."
"It's not that I didn't think we were good friends, it's just… I didn't want anyone to know I got that. The only person who knew I had it was Prongs. Moony and Wormtail didn't even know."
"Oh," she replied dumbly.
"I got it right before you bailed Prongs and me out of jail actually. When we were out in muggle London. I got a tattoo, we had a few drinks, and then egging my house sort of came into the plan after having a few beers in me."
"It's a very nice tattoo," she said earnestly. "I really like it."
"I do too." He smiled softly. "Too bad I can't see it."
"I'm here if you want to talk. All right?"
"Wallflower is coming your way," he said as he nodded his head behind her. "Have a good time in the village."
Sirius walked passed to make his way to Potter and the others. She turned around quickly and watched as him and Drake nodded at each other in greeting. Lily shouted, "Sirius!" He turned around and gave her a thumbs-up before making the last several steps to Potter. Drake was at her side and greeted her with a bright smile.
"Shall we?" he asked as he offered her his arm.
"Yes, I think that we shall," Lily responded as the two walked towards the dwindling line of students.
The two stood in line together and chatted about small things such as the next Quidditch match and how Gryffindor was favored to win. They talked about classes and the tests they were made to take at the end of the year. Drake seemed overly worried about the N.E.W.T.'s while Lily was indifferent about the O.W.L.'s. Quite honestly, she had forgotten all about the O.W.L.'s because of everything that happened in the past year. She even forgot about the career meeting she was to have with McGonagall in the upcoming weeks.
"Names," Filch commanded once they were at the front of the line.
"Mr. Filch," Lily said, "I'm slightly disappointed that you don't remember my name."
"Names," he repeated.
"Are you absolutely positive you don't remember me?"
"Evans comma Lillian and Townsend comma Drake."
Filch waved them by, obviously irritated to no end. Smiling, Lily reached out and grasped Drake's hand into hers and they skipped off into the sunset. Actually, they walked slowly out to a carriage, got in, and talked away once more. Sirius was wrong; Drake wasn't that big of a wallflower. Get him alone and he's quite chatty. So what if he wasn't big at social gatherings?
The carriage came to a stop. Drake got out first and, like the gentleman he was, extended a hand to her to help her out of the carriage. She smiled as she took it. As soon as she hopped out of the carriage, it started back towards the castle. Drake started to pull his hand away, but Lily clenched it tighter and gave him a reassuring smile. The two started down the short path to the village.
"Why'd we take the carriages? Didn't we walk last time?" Lily questioned in confusion as the thought suddenly dawned on her.
"Well, perhaps they wanted to try something new?" he suggested.
"You ever notice that the carriages don't have horses or anything?" Drake asked.
"Yeah, aren't they just enchanted or something?"
"No," he said slowly, "we learned about this in Care of Magical Creatures."
"We haven't learned about it so enlighten me."
"Apparently, you can only see them if you watch someone die."
"How horrid." Lily scrunched up her nose in disgust. "How sick."
Drake merely nodded. His hand tightened around hers. Looking down at her, a small, relieved smile crossed his face. Lily looked at him oddly as she chuckled softly, suddenly feeling very self-conscious again.
"What?" she questioned.
"I can't believe you agreed to go out with me."
"Why wouldn't I go out with you?"
"Because I'm not Sirius Black," he said quietly. "You're always with him so I thought-"
"You thought wrong," she interrupted. "Sirius is like a brother to me."
A wave of déjà vu flooded her as she called Sirius her brother. Her mind immediately floated towards him. Was he better now after their little talk? Would he come to her later and tell her what had upset him so much? If Potter was right about the mirror, wouldn't he have been happy to see what he most desired and not get overly moody? Then again, she doubted that was the case because of what she saw. She didn't like Potter and never would. Simple as that.
"That's good, I guess."
"Huh? Oh, yeah," Lily trailed off suddenly distant.
"Um… you want to get a drink or something?"
The two walked hand in hand to the Three Broomsticks for a drink. Lily took off to find a booth in the crowded place while Drake went to retrieve the drinks. The room was packed with students and professors alike. Scanning quickly over the heads to the bar, Lily was slightly disappointed that she didn't see Sirius or Potter chatting with Madam Rosemerta. Before long, a drink was placed in front of her, snapping her out of her reverie.
"So, you graduate this year?" she started with small conversation.
"Yeah, I'm um… I'm going to miss coming back here next year."
"Any idea what you want to do?"
"Healer perhaps. Flitwick is helping me get an internship there in the summer so hopefully I'll be picked up for training."
"I've thought of being a healer… but it doesn't seem right anymore."
"What do you want to do then?"
She shook her head. She was just a fifteen year old who realized that she had no direction in life. What could she do? Everything that she had ever considered being seemed to bore her to death now. She had only a little over two years to decide and that seemed all too soon. What would she even tell McGonagall in a couple weeks time?
"I like this," Drake whispered as he reached over the table to grab her hand. "It feels right, you know?"
"Drake…" Lily trailed off with a small smile on her face.
The thought of him feeling right with her scared Lily immensely. What if he wasn't the guy for her? Who's to say that she had to choose the right one at that moment? She was allowed to date and search. But what if he was the guy? What if he slipped through her fingers because she was scared?
"Too soon, huh? Mark told me not to make a fool out of myself on the first date."
"Oh, Drake, no. You didn't make a fool out of yourself," Lily said with a smile. "I just… I'm really happy we came together today."
"Of course! Seriously, I'm having a marvelous time." Lily placed her free hand on top of Drake's. "Tell me more about you."
"Well, my sister, Anastasia is twenty-two and getting married over the summer. She adores the fact that I'm a wizard, and I secretly hope that she doesn't. Once I became legal last summer, I got nonstop telephone calls from her asking me to do things for her. Quite annoying after awhile."
Lily frowned slightly. Why couldn't Petunia so easily accept her for what she was? Why couldn't she bug her to do small things for her using magic? Granted she couldn't legally do them, but it would have been nice to have her support like she had the support of her parents.
"Did I say something wrong?" he asked frantically.
"No, it's just that my sister hates the fact that I'm a witch. She hates me for being a witch."
"Forget her, Lily, she's just jealous."
"Perhaps." She cleared her throat. "So, do I get to meet your sister or anyone over the summer?"
"Is our first date really going that well?"
"I think so."
"Why don't you come to Ana's wedding? I'm an usher, but we could still dance and stuff."
"Only if you come to meet my parents first."
"I can deal with that."
"My mum thinks that I'm going to be a nun so don't shock her too much."
"Does she really?"
"No, she's just paranoid that I'm going to marry some horrible guy and is overcautious about me since I'm the baby." Lily bent the tip of her straw down. "She thinks Petunia can take care of herself… especially having a wrestler for a boyfriend. You're pretty scrawny though. You might have to prove you can protect her baby girl from danger."
"It's a challenge I'll gladly take."
Lily smiled. Her date with Drake was nothing like her dates with Brent. He was genuine and wasn't the type to turn all crazy and start hexing her. He was her mother's ideal boyfriend: a shy boy who wouldn't dare of cheating, a smart boy who knew what he was going to do in his life, a boy who would throw himself in front of a bus just to protect the ones he loved. He wasn't her ideal boy though. Granted, he was smart, handsome, and had all the qualities she needed, the back of her mind wandered to James Potter unconsciously, silently comparing Drake to him in her head.
A boy like Potter was anything but boring. Nothing could be expected except from knowing you wouldn't have a dull moment with the boy. He was arrogant and craved attention. He was a determined bugger who wouldn't take no for an answer. He had set values and was too stubborn to even consider the opposing side of things. He wasn't reliable and showed no respect to his elders. He treated people as tools and played nasty tricks on them. How could she like a boy like that?
There was another side of the boy that he barely let be seen, a side that Lily had only seen on a handful of occasions. Behind his indifferent behavior was a boy who cared deeply about his friends. His relationship with Sirius was a brotherhood. His friendship with Remus never seemed to waver. He was as loyal as a dog to his best friends. Not to mention bluntly honest when white lies would be better told. What you saw was what you got with Potter.
"You okay, Lily?" Drake snapped her out of her thoughts.
"I was beginning to think you were going to murder that straw." He smiled softly and hoped that his attempt amused her.
"I'm a serial straw killer. I murder them, but they just can't seem to find the bodies," Lily commented as she folded her hands in her lap.
"I love that you can do that."
"Put a smile on my face so easily."
"It's a talent that took years to develop."
"Somehow I doubt that's true," he said thoughtfully with a smile planted on his face. "I think it just comes naturally."
"You do wonders for my ego. I swear I'll be the biggest, egotistical prat in all of England soon."
"You're too humble to be a prat."
"Are you saying that I couldn't pull off being a prat?" Lily challenged playfully. "I like to think after watching James Potter pull it off so nicely the past five years that I could pull it off like a pro."
"Someone as cute as you couldn't be a prat even if they tried."
"There you go again, Drake Townsend, stroking my ego."
"Perhaps I just really enjoy telling you how much I adore you."
"There's not that much to adore."
"Oh, there is. Trust me."
"Stalker," Lily hissed softly with a smile.
The rest of their date went smoothly as the two bickered playfully back and forth while learning more about each other. Once back at Hogwarts, Lily gave him a smile and a small wave of the hand before walking towards Gryffindor Tower. She thought briefly about kissing him but decided against it. Her and Brent kissed too soon and look what happened. Perhaps taking it slow with Drake would turn out to be a good thing, even though they were already making summer plans. However, those plans could turn into friend plans if need be.
Lily entered Gryffindor Tower and noticed Sirius and Potter chatting next to the fireplace with an assortment of sweets around them. Remus sat in the nearest chair with several chocolate bars in his lap. Peter was lying on the floor behind his friends sleeping with chocolate smeared across his face. They were the oddest of friends.
Looking around and not seeing Rhia or August, Lily walked over and sat down next to Sirius with her back resting on the chair Remus was sitting in. She reached out, picked up a small piece of chocolate, and popped it into her mouth.
"What makes you think you can just steal our chocolate like that?" Sirius inquired. "Did you know that Moony is a chocoholic who has been in and out of rehab for years because of his addiction? We finally accepted that his chocolate addiction was normal and have allowed him to eat all the chocolate he wants because chocolate only makes people fat. Thus, Moony needs to get fat so we allow it. Now you are eating his addiction and only source of weight gain he has!"
"No problem, Lily, but please don't let it happen again. Sirius is very adamant on me gaining some weight," Remus replied.
"I'm adamant about you gaining weight because you're basically a walking skeleton."
"It's not my fault that any time I gain some weight I lose it… during that time of the month."
"I swear your fury little problem is going to kill you soon," Potter interrupted
"There is a life expectancy," Remus replied thoughtfully. "I've already beat the odds at surviving at a young age. Did you know that those ten years old and younger and surviving past two years is only 15? I'm one of that 15."
"I'm glad of it, Moony, because what would we do without the person who makes us feel damn guilty about things we know are wrong?"
"What would we do if there wasn't someone to eat all of our chocolate?" Sirius added. "I would rather miss hiding all my chocolate from you."
"It's a game to Sirius in a sense," Potter told Lily. "We get these chocolate truffles from my mum every month, and Sirius finds a new hiding place each month so Remus won't find them and eat them all."
"I wouldn't eat Sirius's box," Remus commented. "Your mum gives me my own box."
"I highly doubt that," Sirius retorted. "Second year in January, you ate half of my truffles when you saw them!"
"Are you still holding that against me? I thought they were mine! They were on my bed after all."
"I thought it was my bed. I was disoriented."
"Your fault then. I gave you what was last of my box."
"Yeah, two and a half truffles. That's so fulfilling."
"Pads, remember you wrote my mum and told her what happened?" James asked. "She sent you two boxes in February so get over it already."
"They were still mine. It's sad to say that I can't trust Moony as completely as I trust you and Wormtail."
"All over a box of chocolate," Remus muttered bitterly. "What happened to being compassionate about my addiction?"
"I'm all for your addiction and harboring it… with your own chocolate. Steal from Prongs or Wormtail, just not me. I'm a skinny boy too."
"James is skinner than you, Sirius."
"Yeah, I kind of am," James said with a smile, "you have that small potbelly growing."
"I do not! I am ripped!"
"I can imagine you in twenty years being a fat bugger because you only eat chocolate truffle after chocolate truffle with no source of exercise."
"I'm not that lazy."
"I beg to differ," Remus responded. "Remember how you were too lazy to go to class so you told Madam Pomfrey you were sick so you could sleep all day?"
"Or that time when he was too lazy to walk back to the tower so he went to bed in the library?" James joined in.
"Remember when he wanted a roll at dinner but didn't want to reach over, even though it was clearly in reaching distance, so he had Peter get up out of his seat and get one."
"Remember last summer at my house he wanted another pillow but was too lazy to get up and get one at the other end of the room so he called my house elf to get him one?"
"Oh, that's like how we were in your kitchen over break, and he didn't want to make the hot chocolate so he had the house elf make it?"
"Poppet, make them stop," Sirius whined as he turned to Lily, "and tell them I'm not going to be a fat, lazy bugger."
"All right, stop picking on poor Sirius. And of course you won't be a fat, lazy bugger," Lily replied with a smile. "You'll just be… a lazy, well-insulated man."
Potter laughed as his gorgeous smiled its way onto his face again. His eyes danced as he looked at Lily. She stared back at him and felt her smile grow wider. She wasn't really aware of the look that passed between Remus and Sirius. A look that said they knew what was really going on.
"Okay, you two crazy kids," Sirius said as he lightly hit Lily on the arm. "Thank-you, Poppet, for encouraging 'Pick-on-Sirius-day'. For that, I will make you cry with the next competition."
"What kind of boy are you making a girl cry?"
"You know I only torture you because I love you, right?"
Lily rolled her eyes with the smile still playing on her face. It was days like these that Lily would remember when the worst was coming. Sitting together and bickering with Sirius, James, and Remus would be her escape when everything seemed to be crashing down on her. When she was too scared to do anything, she would close her eyes and remember her friends, the ones who made her laugh no matter what over the stupidest things. Whenever she was lonely, she would see James's face smiling at her. Whenever she sad, she would picture Sirius for a laugh. Whenever she was uncertain of what was right and wrong, she would picture Remus for guidance.
Author's Notes - So terribly sorry for the long wait. I feel horrible about it but here is the chapter. I hope you enjoyed it and will continue to read. Please don't forget to leave a review and keep me motivated on posting in a reasonable amount of time. I promise I won't take as long next time.