10 Things I Hate About You- Chapter 2
 
'No. I'm not kissing him.'

Sirius pouted. 'But you promised, Lily-whatever-your-
middle-name-'

'Rose,' Jo interrupted.

'Rose?' James said interestedly, momentarily forgetting 
he might have to kiss Lily (Rose) Evans. 'We should 
start calling you 'Petal,' or something.'

Lily glowered at him. 'You call me petal and you die.'

'As I was saying.' Sirius said, butting in. 'Lily Rose 
Evans, you promised that you'd kiss him.'

'No, I didn't.'

'You did.'

'I did not! And I won't. Jo, I didn't say I'd kiss James, 
did I?'

Jo thought for a moment. 'Well...technically...you did.'

'Can we forget the technical stuff for a moment? Maybe 
I don't want to kiss Evans!' James was beginning to get 
desperate, though now that he thought about it she was 
actually quite pretty...her hips reminded him of a 
banana- although he was feeling quite hungry. 

'I have a name.' Lily said icily.

'Sorry, Rosie. But have you considered my feelings?'

'You have feelings?'

'Shut up, Rosie.'

Lily elbowed him, but then nodded vigorously, her eyes 
lighting up with new hope. 'Yeah! Maybe Potter doesn't 
want to kiss me! I mean, he hates me! You wouldn't 
want to put him through all that, would you now?'

'You do realise you're sticking up for James, don't you?'

'Oops.'

'Just kiss him. We promise we'll forget if you do it.'

Lily snorted. 'I don't particularly care if you forget about 
it or not- not that you would- and apart from that, I 
certainly wouldn't forget. It'd corrupt me.'

'Isn't she already corrupted?' Sirius muttered to Jo, who 
nodded. 

James leaned against the wall. 'You have to realise this. 
Evans and I just don't like each other. We detest each 
other. We loathe each other. We-'

'Yes, they get the point, Potter. Come on. I'm not 
kissing you, you're not kissing me, so we might as well 
leave.'

'How very true.'

They marched out the room, arms linked, leaving Jo and 
Sirius to wonder about what they were doing.

'You don't think they actually kill each other, do you?'

Sirius frowned, picturing them. 'Nah. Probably just 
critically injure each other.'

'Oh. Well. That's okay then.'

***

'Potter. You can let go of my arm now.' Lily and James 
were now standing in the corridor, walking along, arms 
still hooked together. 

'What? Oh, yes, your arm.'

He let go.

'Well now. Should I punch you, just so our darling 
friends don't have to come up with a whole lot romantic 
expeditions we could possibly have been involved in.'

'Yeah...like me carrying you out and kissing you by the 
pond with the stars reflecting in the clear, blue water.'

Lily stared at him. 'And then I'd throw you in. Maybe I'd 
get lucky and you'd drown...'

James chose to ignore this comment, and he went back 
to planning romantic things.

'Or, sitting on broomsticks under the moonlight sky, 
bats flying about our heads...'

'I hate bats. They make me think of Dracula. Oooh. 
Then they could suck your blood.' Lily shuddered. 'Yuck.'

'Or I could punch you right here and now...'

Lily blinked. 'That wasn't romantic.'

'No, but it's what I would like to do.'

She slowly backed away, green eyes narrowed with 
suspicion. James Potter, of course, was not actually 
stronger than she was (and even if he was, she wouldn't 
admit it) but he wasn't weak...

'How 'bout a truce?'

James thought it over. 'You don't want me to punch 
you?'

'I'd prefer it if you didn't, but thanks all the same.'

He shrugged. 'Okay. But what do we tell Sirius and Jo? 
I'm scared some Slytherins will 'discover' that we're 
madly in love or something...' he wrinkled his nose at the 
thought. 

'Maybe we could say that we- we- found a very badly 
hurt person and had to take them to Madame Pomfrey?'

'I'm sure they'll believe that.'

'Okay...we went to the moon?'

James, however, missed this comment- and when Lily 
received no sarcastic remark she was quite worried- 
because he was thinking about far more important 
matters. 

Lily was staring at him, puzzled. 

Her eyes are very pretty...they kind of twinkle.

She slapped him.

'Snap out of it, Potter.' Lily peered into his eyes. 'You 
haven't been eating those plants again, have you?'

'What plants?'

'The ones you said tasted like chocolate- wait, no, that 
was Sirius.'

'Oh, those plants. They tasted like candy cane.'

She rolled her eyes. 'You looked like there was a whole 
box of chocolate frogs open in front of you...'

'I did?'

'Yes, Potter, you did. Would you like me to write that 
down? You have been eating those plants again, haven't 
you?'

Come to think of it, nice lips as well...Sirius was actually 
right...

Lily threw up her hands. 

'What?'

She didn't answer, and only continued walked away. 
James watched her. Quite a nice ass as well...two points 
for Sirius.
James snapped out of it. 'Hey! Where're you going?'

'To bed. To try to sleep off the effects of being around 
you for too long.'

He ran to catch up with her. 'Don't you think it's kind of 
unfair that we're going to have to make up excuses for 
something we didn't even do?'

'Pardon?'

'Well, we haven't kissed-'

'We don't want to kiss-'

'-And yet we have to make up some excuse when we 
didn't even do anything!'

'What's your point?' Her eyes (the pretty, twinkling 
eyes) were curious, boring through him. 

'Well...'

Why does my face have to go red? Why now? 

'Are you okay?' She stepped forward, placing her hands 
on his forehead. 'D'you have a temperature?'

A strange, light-headed feeling swept over him until he 
was feeling quite giddy. 

Thank God Evans is so thick. 

Lily placed her hands on her hips, watching him. 'Maybe 
you should lie down or something. You look ill.'

'D'you care?'

'No. I just- just- well, I don't want you get sick, do I?'

'You've put me in the hospital wing at least three times- 
no, four.'

Lily pouted. 'It's different.'

James grinned, feeling his face return to its normal 
colour. 'Why, Miss Evans, you're worried about my 
health?'

Lily flushed pink, her eyes still narrowed. 'Potter, leave 
me alone before I murder you.'

She stomped off. 

***

Sirius Black could get very restless. Especially during 
Transfiguration, History of Magic, Charms, Herbology- 
actually, he was almost always restless. His attention 
span flicked from one thing to the next remarkably 
quickly- like Lily with a television remote control. A few 
weeks after Lily had refused to kiss James (much to his 
bitter disappointment) he was sitting in Charms, trying 
very hard not to doze off.. 

While Flitwick was a nice wizard- not to mention a small 
one- he had somehow achieved to hypnotise Sirius 
every lesson, and it seemed he was falling into his 
stupor even more quickly each time. 

He yawned loudly, then tried to open his eyes with his 
fingers. 

Lily, who had been placed next to him (she'd been 
throwing pebbles at James) elbowed him. 'Sirius. You 
look like a fish...it's not a good look.'

He sighed, and tried to transfigure his quill into a sugar 
quill. He licked it. It woke him up- the unpleasantly 
familiar taste of ink had returned, causing Sirius to 
make rather strange gurgling noises. 

Lily edged her chair away from his table. 

He yawned again.

'Mr Black! Would you care to tell me-'

Professor Flitwick jumped off his stool to look at Sirius, 
eyes narrowed with disapproval. 

Sirius snored loudly, and Lily smiled sweetly at Flitwick, 
shoving Sirius's side with her elbow. 

(It was a very bony elbow, as Sirius later reflected, 
examining the bruise it had made.)

He jumped. 'Ow! Evans, you need to- oh, professor! Hi! 
How's it going?'

 

'I don't understand...what'd I do?'

Lily looked up from her Transfiguration homework. 'You 
fell asleep.' She pointed out, swatting James away from 
her shoulder. 'I can do it myself, thankyou very much.'

James snorted in reply, stabbing the parchment with his 
finger. 'Beetle juice?'

'Where'd I write that? Oh- oh, yeah. Go away.'

Sirius, meanwhile, was still whingeing about his 
detention. 'It's his fault. I don't mean to fall asleep. He 
just- well- don't you think his voice is kind of musical?'

Jo, who had been watching Lily and James argue with 
some kind of relish, looked up. 'I think you're mental.'

'It is! It makes me think of that muggle lullaby- you 
know, the one that goes 'rock a bye baby, on the tree 
top, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock, down will 
come baby, cradle and all and daddy will catch you so 
something something all.' 

'That's not the last line.'

'Yes, I figured that.'

'So what is the last line?'

'I don't know.'

Jo shook her head sadly, and then ducked a flying quill. 

'Ha! Missed me- ouch!'

James cackled gleefully. 

 

I'm sorry this took so long...I will run over my teachers 
with a train. Yes, that'll solve all my problems. I'm sorry. 
Mosquitoes are currently devouring me, and it itches. 

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Sorry if this wasn't as good as the last part- or if it was a bit 
boring- I'm hot, but people kept asking for it, and, apart 
from murdering mosquitoes, I had nothing to do.