11Disclaimer: I am so not J.K Rowling and do not own Harry Potter...at all
Lily's eyes narrowed as she spotted Potter and his self dubbed Marauders heckling a bunch of first year Hufflepuff's. Anger bubbled up in her as she pushed her way through the throng of students milling about in the corridor and towards the snickering trouble makers.
"What do you think your doing?" Lily growled as she approached them. Sirius smirked and nudged Peter, indicating they were in for a show. Lily's redheaded temper was infamous among the Hogwarts students.
"Showing them what house they should have been sorted into." Sirius answered. Lily frowned as she noticed all three first years sported scarlet faces and golden hair.
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"Go to the infirmary, Madam Pomfry will tend to you." Lily ordered as she gave the first years a thin smile.
"We can't, we don't want to be late for Transfiguration! McGonagall will scream like a bloody banshee!" One of the maroon faced boys protested.
"Just go, I'll talk to Professor McGonagall, she will listen to me." Lily promised, tapping the shiny new prefect badge that adorned her robes. The boys nodded and hurried off, giving the Marauders a wary glance as they passed.
"Hello Evans, already flaunting your pretty little badge I see." James drawled as Lily turned to scold him.
"Sod off Potter; at least I wasn't the one torturing first years." Lily snapped, as her anger boiled. She hated the fact that Potter had such an effect on her, no matter how cool and indifferent she tried to act around the prat she always ended up losing her temper.
Potter raised a brow as his hazel eyes danced. "Well I have nothing better to do, a certain red head keeps turning me down- although I am free this period if you would like to accompany me to a broom cupboard." He announced as Sirius made crude gestures behind him with his hands.
Lily's face flamed, turning her face a blazing red, almost matching her hair. "That's it Potter, 15 points from Gryffindor!" She yelled, glaring at him. James dropped his jaw as Sirius made a face.
"Lily you can't take points from our own house!" James protested. "That's not Gryffindor behavior." Lily shook her head in disbelief as hostile thoughts crossed her head; hexing Potter was looking like a good idea.
"I just did Potter, next time don't harass first years!" Lily snapped, moving as if to walk away. She frowned as Potter grabbed her wrist and spun her around.
"I'm sorry Lily; I shouldn't have said that you're a perfect Gryffindor." Potter apologized. Lily shrugged her anger starting to ebb. "I'll even let you come with me to Hogs Mede this Saturday, what do you say?" He asked with a wink. Lily rolled her eyes in annoyance. One minute he was sweet and the next he was London's biggest git.
"Get to class Potter." She ordered marching away. She rolled her eyes as she realized the hall way was deserted, she was going to be late for the first potions lesson of the year.
Moments later she collapsed next to Marlene McKibbon who raised a brow at her unusual tardiness.
"Potter and his pals got your knickers in a twist?" She giggled, taking in Lily's hostile expression.
"Yes, I have never ever met some one so aggravating!" She groused, starting to measure out ingredients for their potion. Marlene snickered.
"Whatever, you can pretend to hate James as much as you want but we all know you fancy him." Lily scowled.
"It's not hate, it's Animosity." She argued, smug with her conclusion.