Chapter 3.
I sincerely apologise for taking too long with this, I've had it wrote for weeks but college etc etc..
Still looking for a beta, on content as well as grammar.
Lily stopped rubbing her hands; it was a nervous habit she had always hated about herself. She had many of them. She played with the bit of hair that never failed in falling out of her ponytail and she grinded her teeth in her sleep (according to the girls in her dorm). But these weren't the worst traits she had by a long shot. Lily was generally quite shy round the opposite sex, but she wasn't naive. Granted her friends were male, but she personally didn't have a lot of experience with them, excluding friendship.
Boys weren't at the top of her list.
Her studies were. The respect teachers granted her, mainly because she respected them highly in return. Her health was more important; to justify her smoking she made sure she kept herself fit by running around the lake every morning, and by using the room of requirement as a personal gym when she felt she needed to tone the rest of her body. And she cared too much about her future to waste it on some boy, and a bad choice. She studied so she could be smart enough to be an Auror, she studied so one day she could have to power and the confidence in her abilities to face Voldemort and do something about his tyranny and evil.
She studied and honed her body, so that one day she could make her mark on the world, so that one day she could look James Potter in the eye and tell him that she was better than him, that she was stronger, that she was more powerful.
She just simply didn't have time for the complications love brought.
Her one brief relationship with a boy was not one that she found useful when trying to think of another relationship with one, but on the other hand she didn't really hold it to be such a bad relationship. Her short and passionate fling with Amos Diggory was a sham. She needed a date, he wanted a shag. Despite the fact it was only well over a month ago she still found herself getting angry over it.
Professor Slughorn was holding his annual Christmas Ball for his favourites and sick of Potter asking her out she had asked Diggory.
Wearing her most daring dress robe after some of her dorm-mates had talked her into it she knew there would be trouble, but after a bit too much eggnog she had decided she didn't care. But Potter had cared, especially when Diggory had made one move too far on "his girl". It's not like she couldn't have handled Diggory herself, but no he had to interfere. Not wanting a scene she tried to calm James down peacefully, until Diggory's arm was round my shoulder. So he punched him. Landing him in weeks worth of detention, and then receiving an earful.
As soon as they had left McGonagall's office she had stood on her tip-toes, grabbed him by the ear and digging her nails in dragged him down the corridor, towards the Astronomy Tower.
Now, I must tell you for my height and book-wormish appearance I don't look too threatening, but get my pissed off enough and I can be quite scary. Shoving him as hard as I could into the circular tower room a launched a verbal attack on him.
His stance seemed to shrink by the sentence, and by the end of it all I actually felt guilty.
Guilty enough to give him a hug.
Granted yes, he had hit my date and made a fool out of me, but he'd had the right intentions. He had stuck up for me. After I hugged him, I did the only thing I thought was necessary.
I kissed him. On the cheek.
"Thank you James."
And yet, even after thanking him for his huge sacrifice, she still couldn't forgive him for the one thing that had haunted her to her sixth year. Even at eleven he must of knew the harm he caused her. "Mudblood" is insulting enough, but when it comes from a shy young girls only friend, well its soul breaking.
Sorry Cliff-hanger. I've changed from what I originally wrote as well, so hopefully it won't be too long for next chapter.
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