Harry potter headcannons and one shots

Jealousy - PART ONE

a/n: not owned by me, ariex04 wrote this on fanfiction.net.

This story will be in 2 parts as it is a big one!

Lily was ready to start banging her head against the wall.

Two feet of parchment left to write for her Arithmancy homework. Two feet! She was never going to finish in time.

Especially not with the entire common room conspiring to distract her.

Okay, so maybe they weren't conspiring. But it felt like it.

The properties of the number thirteen include bad luck an-

A burst of laughter caused her quill to jerk, spilling ink all over her half-finished essay. She stared at it, appalled.

No! No, no, no! She stared at her essay. There was nothing else she could do: she'd have to rewrite it.

Lily sent the laughing couple a furious glare. James Potter and his girlfriend ignored her completely, oblivious to everyone else.

Unconsciousness was sounding better by the second.

Potter threw his head back and let out a hoot of laughter that made her heart skip a beat.

Why, why must this happen to me? She was sitting up in the common room at one in the morning, sleep-deprived with an essay to write, with N.E.W.T.s alarmingly close, watching her crush spend time with his girlfriend.

Somebody kill me now. Please.

Potterand his stupid girlfriend had finally left, and the common room was almost empty. Peter Pettigrew was sitting on the other side of it, scribbling frantically away on an essay of his own, but he wasn't talking, which Lily was grateful for. Maybe I can finish this essay in time, after all...

She had just begun to write her topic sentence when the portrait hole swung open. There was a thud, and a litany of swears floated across the air.

Lily bit back a groan and slid further down in her seat. Black. Maybe if she was lucky, he wouldn't see her. Her chair was facing away from the portrait hole, after all, and she doubted Pettigrew knew she was there. She really didn't feel like dealing with Black right now.

"Sirius, how on earth do you manage to trip over the portrait hole on an average of once a week when we've been climbing through it for seven years now?"

"I can climb through it fine! At least, I can when I'm paying attention..."

"And when you're not..."

"...I trip. Stop laughing at me! I was preoccupied!"

"Fine, I'll stop. For now. What had you so 'preoccupied,' Padfoot?"

Can't you have this conversation in your dorm? Lily begged silently. Because the world hated her, they continued the conversation right where they were.

Black swore again, and she heard a sound that indicated he had collapsed into a chair.

"You-know-who again?"

Voldemort?

"Voldemort? No-"

"No, not that you-know-who. The other one."

"Oh. That you-know-who."

"Yes, that one. What has we-both-know-who done this time?"

"They're absolutely sickening! Holding hands in the corridor, snogging in broom closets, and... argh!"