Harry potter headcannons and one shots

Jealousy - PART TWO

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

"Hey, Peter," Lily said, sitting down next to his bed in the hospital wing.

"How're you doing?" Sirius added, looking abashed.

"I'll be fine, no thanks to you."

"I'm horrible at Potions, you should know that by now!"

"Your disasters aren't usually quite on that scale, though, or you'd never have gotten into N.E.W.T. Potions. What happened?"

Sirius grinned abruptly, and Lily bit back a groan. "Oh, I just discovered a very interesting thing. Guess who Lily was trying to make jealous?"

Peter propped himself up on one elbow. "Who?"

"Here's a hint. He's got messy black hair, has liked her since fifth year, has been annoyed with me for weeks for dating her... any of this ringing a bell?"

Peter stared at her. "Seriously?"

Lily was certain that she was bright red by now. "Yes, seriously, okay!"

Sirius and Peter took one look at each other and started laughing.

"Will you two STOP IT?"

"You have to admit," Peter said once they had calmed down, "It is funny. I mean, me and Sirius have wondered, but we never thought..." he trailed off, shaking his head.

"It's almost too perfect," Sirius laughed. "He's practically green with envy already."

Lily said hesitantly, "So you think I've got a chance?"

Peter grinned at her. "You've got more than just a chance, especially with the two of us helping you."

"I hate the Slug Club," Lily complained, collapsing into the armchair next to Sirius's.

"What's good old Sluggy done now?"

She sighed. "It's not what he's done, it's what he's going to do."

"I'm all ears," Sirius said, putting aside his Defense Against the Dark Arts book.

"He's having another stupid Slug Club gathering."

"And...?"

"And? I hate those things. He always introduces me to whoever he's invited this time, saying that even though I'm a Muggle-born, I'm surprisingly good at Potions..." she said bitterly. "And then I have to deal with him."

Sirius gave her a bewildered look.

"Severus," she clarified. "He either gives me these pitiful looks that say 'why won't you be my friend,' or he looks at me like I betrayed him, or he glares at me and sneers about how I'm Muggle-born."

"Want me to hex him for you?"

"No," she sighed. "I just wish I didn't have to go. I don't have an excuse, though, so..."

"Tell him you have a date with me," Sirius suggested. "He already dislikes me, who cares if he dislikes me a little more?"

"Okay. Thanks. Or I can say I'm tutoring you so that you don't blow up another cauldron."

Sirius snickered. "Yeah. And if he still insists you come, I can accidentally-on purpose make something explode the next day in class. He'll let you skip for tutoring after that."

Lily laughed. "Yeah."

A companionable silence fell.

"Lily?"