Wake Up

by birchermuesli

Title: Wake Up
Author: birchermuesli
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humour
Disclaimer: Wake Up is a fanfiction based upon characters and situations owned or created by J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros. Inc., Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and other publishers. No money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.

Author's Notes (17/01/11):

Hello there, thanks for picking up this fanfiction! :) I've recently gone a little crazy trying to fix up some horrible spacing mistakes in these first few chapters.

As of now, I have 4 chapters remaining until I finish this story. Your support has been incredible - really, without all your lovely reviews/favourites/alerts (that puts a ridiculous loony grin on my face every time I receive one) I seriously doubt that I could have even gotten half as far as I have now.

For all you newbies, you'll be finding that I update every 4-5 days or so. :P And I do apologise in advance for some appalling writing in the first half of this story. Please don't blind your eyes, and enjoy!

Wake Up - Chapter 1:

Lily groaned as she woke up to her eyes being blinded by the sun. That would mean that it's already seven-thirty, eight o'clock… no time for shower…

She blearily turned to her right and fumbled with the small clock on her bedside table, forcing herself to squint an eyelid open. In big, flashing red block lights, the time read:


"SHIT!" she screamed and leapt out of bed, bringing her doona down with her. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Classes had already started. Lily let out a long stream of curses that she had once sworn never to utter out loud as she dashed around the dormitory, washing her face, pulling on her robes and gathering her books at breakneck speed. She fumbled with a black hair-tie and combed her bright orange hair into a loose ponytail with her fingers whilst frantically rushing down the stairs into the Gryffindor Common Room.

Lily dashed out the portrait hole and took a sharp left turn, mumbling incoherently to herself all the while about how McGonagall was going to "murder me", "roast me on a stick", and "pull each of my hairs out one by one whilst throwing my badge out to Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts". She became too caught up with her thoughts that she didn't notice herself colliding head-first into a student before it was too late, sending the two sprawling across the ground with books flying at all directions.

"Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, still panting from the frenzied fit she had been in ever since jumping out of bed. "Argh, and I'm supposed to be Head Girl! What is wrong with me? I can't get anything right! Oh Merlin, I've probably made you late for your classes," she rambled on apologetically in the process of collecting her and the student's books. "Accio Transfiguration book. Accio other Transfiguration book. Accio… oh for crying out LOUD, why do we have so many bloody Transfiguration books?" she yelled.

There was silence for a few moments until an amused voice broke the silence from the ground in front of her, "Lily, it's all right. Everyone's late to class sometime or another. Besides, we all know that you're such a klutz anyway."

Lily's mouth dropped open as she darted her head up, realising in horror that she had not even seen the face of the student she had collided into yet. Her cheeks blazed instantly as she was met with the all-too-familiar sandy brown hair and ocean blue eyes that swum with emotion, intelligence, and just the right amount of humour.

She groaned internally. Why did he have to see her like this now? She looked like a freaking ape resurrected from the dead!

Because standing up cheerfully, brushing his legs down in front of her like nothing significant had just occurred, was Remus Lupin.

As Lily sat there gawping at him as if he had told her that the apocalypse had come, Remus smiled gently and bent over, offering her a helping hand. She took it wordlessly, but still could not bring herself to shake off the stunned expression plastered upon her face.

"Thanks for getting my books," he said, placing his hand at the small of her back and guiding her across the corridor to a classroom on their right. Lily jumped at his touch, but knew he meant nothing by it. They had practically been part of the same friendship circle for six years.

"That's alright," was all she could manage to squeak, before opening the door and shuffling into class with him.

"Looks like you have McGonagall as well," he muttered cheerfully. "Should be interesting."

Professor McGonagall's stern eyes glared at them over her thinly framed silver spectacles. "Miss Evans and Mr Lupin, may you please explain as to why you have not arrived to class on time?"

"My apologies, Professor, we had a little collision on the way," Remus replied in a polite tone. Lily simply nodded dumbly with him, hoping desperately that Professor McGonagall would be too distracted to notice her dishevelled appearance and reprimand her for not setting a good example to the younger students at Hogwarts.

"Very well. Take a seat, and do not be late again," she said grimly, before turning back to her textbook and resuming the lesson with the class.

Lily looked around the classroom and smiled shyly as Remus winked at her and took a seat next to Peter. Her two best mates Emmeline Vance and Alice Prewett waved their arms frantically to catch her attention, gesturing to a seat at the table beside them at the back of the classroom. Lily scrunched her nose in distaste as she saw that it was the only vacant spot remaining.

It just had to be next to Potter, who had been running a hand through his ego-inflated hair and grinning nervously at her from the very time she had stepped into the classroom.


She pouted and walked over to the seat, grumbling as she saw Potter's grin at the corner of her eye. "Hey Evans!" he whispered.

"Shut the hell up Potter, and don't even think about it," she hissed, glaring at him ferociously whilst taking her books and parchment out from her bag.

He looked at her confused, large hazel eyes boring into her own. "Think about what?"

"Asking me out. It's class time. Do not distract me."

James still looked perplexed, but said nothing in response. He reluctantly turned away from her to face McGonagall, disappointment evident on his face. Lily felt a tug of guilt at her stomach, but quickly dismissed it and flipped to page 357 of the textbook, tuning into the class.

She had just hurt James Potter, and she didn't even know why.

Stupid Potter.

Halfway through the lesson, Lily felt a nudge on her elbow. She continued to take notes, her mind only half attentive to what McGonagall was saying.

"Hey," James whispered. "Could I please borrow a spare piece of parchment? I just ran out."

Lily nodded mutely and looked up as she pushed the parchment across the table to him, finding herself staring at the soft and grateful expression upon on his face for a second too long. And even after James muttered his thanks and had begun to write, she still couldn't help but sneak glances at him every few minutes as the class went by.