Consequences Of The Heart.

Chapter 45: PAYback DAY

"Did that just happen or am I dreaming? Because this is definitely a dream I've had before and I really need to know." James had come up behind me as I stared at the entrance of the Great Hall where Remus and Sirius had run through just a few minutes. The room still hung in the awed tension that wasn't going away any time soon clearly. He spoke trying to lighten the mood between the two of us with his goofiness and light hearted one liners. Or that's at least what he wanted me to think and the obvious option, but I knew better, way better. His ulterior motives may have fooled the average person but he wasn't going to pull a fast one on the Lily Evans. 

"Are you trying to hit on me?" I got straight to the point and I wasn't going back. If I ever felt regret or remorse for what I did, I would be the only one to know it.

"No, I was talking about the fact that two of our best friends just made out in front of the entire school year." Did I now regret the fact that I was being an arsehole and making everything about me when it was blatantly clear that he was still shaken up after what was the most surprising and traumatising thing he's experienced in a long time. Was I going to admit it? No, of course not, why would I?

"Right of course, it must have been worse for you because I bet you didn't know that Remus has had a six-year crush on Sirius so it must have obviously scarred you." Damn my superior complex which I hated but it was okay because I actually am superior than most people I know so it was okay.

"Well actually I win the bet because I knew both Remus and Sirius were gay so I'm really sorry that your immediate response to the favourable circumstance that involves the newly-found confession was that your reflexive reaction which was to be awkwardly unerring and now I've basically just done something that you didn't think would happen with me, I won a bet against you." Speechless. I hate to say it, but I am speechless. Mostly because he was right. Again, I would just passive aggressively avoid the topic at all costs. Like a mature adult. Duh.

"What do you want." Strategy: not actually admit I did anything and just pay him back. Usually when people say 'bet' they usually declare their price before but we don't do that because we're stupid and now, he could quite literally ask me to kill someone, but I hope he doesn't. "Hurry, let's get this over with." I didn't like being in debt, especially not to James. That could be a very dangerous game that I didn't want to play.

"Dance with me?" Okay full disclosure, that was kind of cute. His voice was hopeful and extremely innocent and I hate to say it, cute. I chuckled slightly and nodded at his puppy-dog eyes. Most couples had gone back to minding their own fucking business so we blended in and began dancing. His hand slowly crept lower and lower until it rested on the comfortable crook of my hip and clasping my palm gently. His hand was a little clammy but I ignored it and decided to just enjoy the moment. The beat picked up a little and along with it, the footwork. James was -though I hate to admit a far better dancer than me. He was taught very young, and me being the stubborn little monster that I am, refused to learn the intricacies of the art of dance -as my father called it- so I just went along with whatever he was doing. It worked. For the most part, until the beat picked up and I had to go faster. That's when the facade dropped. "You are a very good dancer."

"No I'm not, you don't have to say that. I have no idea what I'm doing." He giggled shyly and then looked down. 

"I'll teach you." He held my hand tighter and I felt his grip get less slippery and he began to guide my movements. "Follow my lead. Back, left..." And the rest was just two people having fun.

But, life hates me so curveball.

A curveball by the familiar name or Severus Snape.

"Yo back off, she doesn't wanna dance with you." He came abruptly from behind me, disrupting the entire hall with his amplified tone. McGonagall had already began striding up but stopped on her way to break up what wasn't yet a fight.

"Severus, go away." I harshly replied so he would get the hint or rather the straightforward, not subtle answer of me telling him to scat.

"Listen to Lily, Snape." I turned my head to smile at him in thanks for calling him by his actual name. Unfortunately the small gesture had set off his fuse and he burst, thrusting his fist forward to punch James. Before I reached my wand, the blow was struck and the impact taken. I heard the Professor's feet echoes resumed.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" I felt the rage bubble within me while James recovered from the punch. But I wasn't going to wait, I was so pissed and he was going to know! I'M IN A RAGE!

"Woah calm down." He quieted down and retreated in a little fear.

"NO!" By this time, James had gotten back up and was ready to fight back. But Snape had the upper hand, James was still hurt and bleeding. But that didn't stop Severus' blood thirst for vengeance. And he went back for more. Nope, not this time!

I stepped in between them and out of pure fury, I simply punched in the general direction of his face, and my knuckles sounded through the room and was soon coated with the blood of my enemy.

That was going to take an hour in the hospital room; I do not wanna be in his shoes.

PS. McGonagall's Collage
I would expect that you ready understand the picture of McGonagall in your face.
And I hope you also understand the cat which is her animagus form.
There is also another cat.
The books are to show her scholar proficiency throughout the expansion of the universe.
The teacup is to show her properness and delicacy in a badass way.
The Gryffindor uniform is to demonstrate how she could be seen as the epitome of Gryffindor and it's traits.

Word Count:- 1105

Love, Kale.