Up To No Good | A Jily fanfiction

Chapter 4: Hogsmeade

Remus said nothing to his friends of his nights adventures the next day. He considered telling Sirius, but the only response he would have from that would be Snape getting hexed. James would also probably follow suit, Peter would panic and ask far too many questions than necessary and how would he take the conversation up with Lily?
'Oh, hey Lily, I heard your best friend (who you're not really speaking to right now) talking about you the other day. Couldn't quite catch what he was saying, but he doesn't seem very happy. Nice seeing you!'

So Remus kept himself to himself to ponder over his thoughts without people questioning him.

James however, was spending all of his spare time practising for the upcoming match on Sunday. The match was against Ravenclaw and was the first match of the year.

James was confident they would be able to win, but every time he so much as looked at a Ravenclaw he felt his insides churn.

James wandered down the corridor, aimlessly on Saturday. It was about three in the morning and no one would be leaving for Hogsmeade until about 09:00.

He had awoke early that morning after having dream of the death eaters coming to Hogwarts and attacking the castle and all of its inhabitants.

James flew up onto the Quidditch pitch and tossed the quaffle through a few hoops.

What with the wind soaring in his ears and his eyes focused on the scarlet ball, he didn't notice a small girl with bright red hair and piercing green eyes cross the grounds, and watch him from a safe place.

Lily Evans had been going up to the owlery early that morning -as in hope not to bump into James- but had been dismayed to find him already up and on the pitch tossing the quaffle effortlessly through the hoops.

Lily had run behind a small clump of trees to hopefully stay hidden.

As the minutes passed, the idea that James was so intent on his practice, he might not notice her slip across the grounds.

Quickly and quietly, Lily made her way up to the owlery and shut the door behind herself once inside.

Lily sealed the letter to her parents and choose an old barn owl that was hooting softly at her.
He stuck out his leg as Lily tied the letter on gently, and he took off, soaring into the sky, gracefully flapping his chestnut coloured wings.

It must have been a few minutes before Lily noticed she had been standing there quite sometime.

She had completely forgotten about James as she left the owlery but soon remembered as she looked up to see the tall shining silver hoops. She looked over across the pitch, bit James was nowhere in sight and she sighed with relief. She regretted this action almost instantly as she turned round and became face to face with none other than James himself.

James was standing there, leaning against the wall with a huge lopsided grin on his face.
His hair was ruffled from the wind as cheeks with slightly pink, pinched with cold. His glasses were pushed up onto the bridge of his nose as he held the quaffle under one arm, his broom in the other, he had thrown his Quidditch robes and sweater over his Puddlemore United t-shirt and his eyes were bright under their rounded lenses, shining mischeivously.

"Fancy changing your plans about Hogsmeade, today Evans?" He asked softly.

Lily's face hardened.
"You are perfectly aware that I'm not going anywhere near you while we are in Hogsmeade, Potter." She said curtly.

He turned around so his back was now against the wall and looking up to the sky he said; "you know Evans, you're very hard to understand. Every time I see you, you always act like you don't want to talk to me, yet you strike me as the kind of person that wouldn't be remotely happy if I ignored you altogether. Quite the opposite in fact." He murmured, running a hand through his hair.