Harry Potter:
Dance With Me
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Author:
Marina Kenobi
Summary:
Throughout the years, some things never change. This story details what happens when
James Potter continues to ask Lily Evans the same question, over their school
years and to the night that they died.
Spoilers:
Order of the
Feedback:
Good or bad, I like to know. Please
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Rating:
PG
Category:
Romance/ Angst/ Humor
Disclaimer:
I didn’t create these characters, nor do I own them. That’s J.K. Rowling’s
territory. She lives in 
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Fifth Year
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The noise
inside the Three Broomsticks was at a high; with Christmas break to start
shortly, almost every Hogwarts student who qualified was taking advantage of
the Hogsmeade weekend. James sat
with his friends drinking butterbeer, but wasn’t paying attention as his
best friend Sirius was talking loudly and gesturing as he was describing an
escapade that the four friends should attempt the next time the full moon came
about. Instead, James kept glancing
over at the table where the pretty Lily Evans, one of the two fifth-year
Gryffindor prefects this year, was sitting and laughing with some other
fifth-year girls. Almost
unconsciously, he ruffled his already ruffled black hair with his hand.
“Oy,
Prongs!” he suddenly heard Sirius saying. The reminder of his new illegal status
as an Animagus brought his attention thoroughly back to his friends.
“Well
done, Padfoot,” Remus was saying.
“I would have counted on at least one more time before James
emerged from focusing on Lily.”
James
could feel himself start to go red, even though his friends had been teasing
him for months now, ever since he started asking Evans out—and ever since
she started turning him down.
“Sorry, Padfoot—what was your idea?”
Sirius
eyed him, shook his head, then gestured towards the Hogwarts students who were
busy dancing around at the other end of the Three Broomsticks. “Go on, Prongs—someday she has to say yes.” He quickly glanced at Remus and Peter
and quirked an eyebrow as if to say, But
not anytime soon.
James hesitated,
then said, “All right. But
then we’re off to Zonko’s to get supplies for whatever diabolical
scheme you’ve been working on.”
Heartily
agreeing with this plan, the four Marauders clinked their butterbeers
together. James took a big gulp,
then squared his shoulders and headed towards the group of giggling girls. He came up close to Lily, and almost
felt dizzy at the sight of her hair.
All too soon, though, one of the other girls—Kiara?—nudged
Lily, and she spun around to fix James with her green-eyed glare.
James
tried to give her one of his most charming smiles. “Hey, Evans. Wanna dance with me?”
The green
eyes narrowed a split-second before the (by now) predictable answer came
shooting out of her mouth.
“Die, Potter!”
James,
too used to this sort of answer by now, simply smiled at her again, said,
“Some other time, then?”, and threw her a wink as he retreated back
to his friends.
“Ah,
back luck, mate,” Sirius told him, clapping him on the back.
James
shrugged in what he hoped was a casual manner; despite her constant refusals,
he really liked Lily Evans, and didn’t think he’d be getting over
her anytime soon. Sirius,
however—for that matter, all three of his close friends—didn’t
need to know that piece of information.
Remus
cleared his throat, bringing his friends’ attention firmly upon him. “If we want to have enough time to
hit up Zonko’s, we should be going…”
This
statement was met with general head nodding and finishing of butterbeers. As the four Marauders headed out the
door into the cold wind, James risked a glance back towards Evans. She didn’t even seem to notice he
existed. Disappointment and another
emotion he couldn’t quite identify flooded him as he walked out the
door. As a result, he missed the
redhead of his affections turning and watching him walk out, a quick flicker of
disappointment chasing itself across her face. As quickly as it appeared, it left,
leaving the fifth-year prefect to shake her head at her silliness, then turning
back to her friends.
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