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LOVE & BROOMSTICKS by StepUpx_Gryffindor

Format: Novel
Chapters: 35
Word Count: 216,870
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Humor, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Lupin, Sirius, F. Longbottom, Lily, James, Pettigrew, OC
Pairings: James/Lily, Sirius/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 07/23/2006
Last Chapter: 03/09/2015
Last Updated: 03/09/2015

Summary:



You know what I hate? Having James Potter as your playmate as a child, & then having him turn into an egotistical pig as soon as we both set foot in Hogwarts. All the jokes, teasing, cat-calling... I can't stand it! I can't stand him. James Potter may have that devlishly handsome grin going for him, but I'm not falling for it! I've survived him for 5 years & I'm sure I can make it through my Sixth Year without him... I think?


Chapter 2: Diagon Alley

 


My dad gives me the money to buy my books and he drops me off. I head to the first shop for my books. I'm a few steps away from the door when I recognize the girl through the glass windows; JESSICA FINELLY! My best friend, whom I haven't seen for a whole month, is here!

*smiles*

I open the door and greet her. Jess. The lovely Jess.

[QUE MUSIC NOW - "BE MY ESCAPE" BY RELIANT K]

“Hey!”

“Oh my God, Lily! Hey! I missed you! Did you get my owl?”

She hugs me until I can't breathe, and gets the hint when I'm gasping for air. I pant a little. How is she stronger than me? I'M OLDER, and we're the same size in everything. So not fair.

“Yeah, I read it. I missed you this summer too. How was Sydney!?”

Jessica told me that she was going to Australia for the last month of summer and she owled me 3 days ago telling me she got back. I was a little bummed for her leaving, but I was really happy for her, too. She hasn’t seen her Uncle in such a long time, and I didn’t want to ruin that. Come on, I get to hang with her almost all the time. I can’t be selfish and have her to myself when ever I want. So, I wished her good luck and I helped her pack, just like a best friend was supposed to do.

“It was great! And of course, I told you all about that hottie boy of mine, Jeff, I met over there.”

“Oh, Merlin. Don’t remind me! You couldn’t shut up about him,” I say with a laugh.

Jeff is the boy Jessica has been obsessed with ever since she arrived in Sydney. She told me all about their first date and how cute he was. And, how messy his hair was. 

That was what I was worried about. The messy hair.

We could have another James Potter in the works. But- Of course, knowing me too well- she told me that he didn't act like a bullock and that he was really sweet. Bless her. If only I could find a sweet guy once. Without the messy hair.

Wait a minute. Does that mean that I called Potter sweet? No… I was simply saying that I need to find a sweet guy without the messy hair as in saying that all guys that are sweet don’t have, uh... messy hair? Wait, no. They do have messy-

Oh, Bugger. Boys stink. They make things complicated. I agree with idiotic Happy Bunny quotes for once. Boys suck. Throw rocks at them.

But anyway, I am totally happy for her. I hope they last long. To be honest, over the things she’s told me, they are the cutest little couple ever.

“Ugh, I miss him!”

“Oh, shut up already!” I say with a chuckle, while we stand in line with our first set of books for Potions. “Hey show me that picture you said you have of him. I want to see what Jeff looks like!”

“Ok, ok! Just give me a second,” she says, while digging through her new green mesh purse. You see, Jessica isn’t like any other teenager with the urge to buy a new purse every five seconds. You will see her with a different purse depending on what her mood is. I don’t think I know anyone else that has a 'mood changing purse' fetish, which makes me love her more. You should have seen her that time she was PMSing and she had major crampage. It was terrible.

SHE HAD A FAKE CHEETAH SKIN PURSE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

Cheetah skin = self explanitory.

To me, that’s as bad as it gets. You don’t even have to ask her how she’s feeling! You can just go up to her and see which purse she’s carrying under her arm, and poof. You know exactly what mood she's in. The sad thing is that I have it to memory.

No, really I do.

I can tell her exact mood. The purse right now is green, which means cheery (in her case, anyway). But, it’s mesh and it’s NEW. So that’s a toughy… Lemme think.

"A-ha! Here he is," Jessica says, handing the picture to me.

“Wow! Go, Jess. He’s a total babe! Awe, he looks so cute. I’m so jealous,” I say, while walking to the register with my books, handing her back the picture. Which, by the way, she kisses and shoves back in her purse.

“Haha, you should be. He’s the best. And he’s a singer too. Oh, my little rocker boy. ”

“I know, I know.” We pay for our books and head out to the next shop.

Once Jessica and I get out, we head out to the nearest book store, which is about 12 minutes away. Hey, I wanna get a leisure book for the train to Hogwarts…is that so bad? Besides, I was already holding 20 pounds of books. I needed a break before heading out for more, and I'm pretty sure there's a nice wooden bench right outside the book store. Wimpy, yes I know. I should probably chuck them at Jessica, and for sure, I know she'd catch them. But I'm just so nice that I resist the urge.

“So, I see you’re really happy with this Jeff fellow.”

“Yep.”

“So why are you feeling doubtful? Did you have a row with your parents this morning about the situation?”

“How did you know?”

“Um, DUH. How could I not know? I can read your purse moods like the back of my hand.”

“You know me too well.”

“Ah, yes. But don’t get off the subject. I wanna hear all about it.”

So on the way to Poacher & Elmer’s Books, she tells me all about how her parents said that this long-distance relationship thing probably wasn’t the best idea. Way to go Mr. and Mrs. Finelly. Don’t they know that she’s sensitive to this whole relationship thing?

“I couldn’t believe them! I mean I thought they would be happy for me. I think they don’t like Jeff just because of that picture of him I showed to my parents.”

“Well, he does sorta kinda look like a bad ass with that spikey hair...And blue hair dye.”

She gave me a look and said, “Oh, please. It was stage dye! It's not his REAL hair color. I think the reason my mom and dad don't like him may be because of the fact that he’s in a band, and doesn't have a job. But, I don’t see the problem. I mean he really does have good manners, and doesn't act at all like that rocker stereotype! I just took that picture of him when he was with me, and he can be himself with me, you know? That’s what I really like about him.”

“I think the fact that he’s in a ROCK band which aren’t really known for their ‘faithfulness’ makes your parents worry. They probably don’t want you to get hurt. I mean, you don’t really know what he’s doing because your not there.”

“Well, I guess your right. But still, they could be a little more supportive.”

“Well, yeah, but you can’t really blame them that much. He’s a muggle! They’re also probably worried your going to tell them about your family history, my darling little Jessica.”

“Hm... ok, I get your point. But why would they think I would do something so stupid? Hah, what would I have told him? ‘Oh yeah, and by the way, I come from a pureblood witch family.’ I mean come on. What am I, a moron?”

"I guess parents have it in their DNA to give us a hard time once and while. I hope it all goes well."

“Thanks, Lily. That means a lot to me.”

I give her a warm smile as we head into the book shop.

Uh, okay scratch that. I hide under a book shelf as quickly as possible, dragging Jessica with me.

“What the hell, Lily!?” Jessica practically screams.

“Jessica, hush up!” I hiss. I look in between two murder novels to see if the marauders notice us. Jessica takes notice of my action and looks with me.

“Ah...Hiding from Prongs and his fellows, are we?” She says with a smirk.

ARGH. DOES SHE HAVE TO DO THAT? Jessica thinks that we are meant to be. HAH. Meant to be, my ass.

The only reason he hasn’t stopped asking me out is because I turned him down the first time. I mean he just thinks of me as a challenge, just because I’m the only girl who’s turned down the famous James Potter. It’s not like he really likes me. He probably thinks this is some fun game to him, just because he wants to show people that no one can turn him down and will eventually come crawling to him. That pathetic little slug, thinking he’s so great. In my opinion, having a high record of dating a different girl every other day of the week is not something to be proud of.

But I have to hand it to him. He must really be bothered about me turning him down so many times, because he’s asked me out for about six years now. And that’s a lot of times, let me tell you. He must have a lot of patience.

“Ohmegawd, theircomingthisway!” I mumble very fast in a high pitch voice.

“Ok, you have to stop squealing,” she says as we try to walk over to the Non-fiction section, undetected.

“Well, what was I supposed to do!?”

Peter, Remus, and Sirius are getting nearer! Wait, where’s James?

“You could have kept your cool and not freak out, genius!” Jessica says as we head over to the Romance section, and we would have if it wasn’t for the stack of books I trip over.

I was waiting for the fall when someone caught me, thank God. I don’t know who it was. It happened so fast. I didn’t really care if I was caught by some stranger right now because I was way too happy for not falling on the floor and making more of a ruckus in the bookstore. There were already enough people looking around finding out where the noise of the dropping of books came from.

But then I lift my head slightly to see who caught me.

I immediately think of how I should thank them.

BUT THEN, I THINK OF MY LIFE…

“Well, well, well, Evans.”

AND HOW MUCH IT SUCKS.


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