Some Are Born Great

Depends on who you are asking. If it’s someone who likes you, obviously they did. Or if it’s someone who doesn’t, they don’t. I can’t answer, seeing that I frankly don’t know you.

Yes, lovely to see you too Lysander. 

Narrowing her eyes at the blonde she listened to him, his words slowly sinking in, Pierre always kept his promises to her, five year of friendship and he had never forgot any vow. If he was promising this wouldn’t change anything between them he meant it. Was there any place worse than hell? Because that’s where she would be going if she died tomorrow. Pressing her lips against his she pushed down all her worries to get lost in him, his words calming her fear the way only he could. Make things more real? These words repeated in her mind a few times before getting lost as she fell deeper in the sensations of the kiss.

In his eyes there was nothing that Lily could really do to ruin their friendship. Of course they were young but he never saw them being apart. Who else would he take over the world with? He wouldn't ever find another girl or boy like Lily; there was no one quite like Lily. That is what drew him to her in the first place. Everyone was trying to be like everyone else and there was young miss Potter in between them all being exactly who she wanted to be no matter what anyone else said. Merlin forbid they said anything. Lily had a wicked tongue and the Ravenclaw loved the fact that she was never one to be the damsel in distress, she was more than capable of taking care of herself. 

"If you are in pain than I am happy." she said teasingly, not even bothering to send a look to say she was sorry later knowing he got her. Her hating him was the most ridiculous thought ever in her mind, he was a part of her ever since she was young, it would be like hating herself. Lily looked at the floor shocked before kissing the blonde back, completely melting into his kiss. Pierrre Dubois threw his clothes on the floor, he was going to regret that the next morning. Especially after she stepped on them accidentally going to the bathroom. Her fingers explored the skin of his chest,  her nails tracing each line teasingly for a few moments before going back to his hair to bring his face closer.

Pierre couldn't help but laugh at his best friend. He shook his head and moved to nuzzle into her cheek. "If I was in real pain I know you'd come running." He whispered knowing it was true. If she was in trouble he'd drop everything to go to her because he knew if he was in the same situation it'd evoke the same reaction from his best friend. They worked on the same wave length. And that was something that had taken Pierre a long time to get used to. He didn't think anyone would ever really understand him or care for him the way that Lily did and then he went and found her. He found her and he never wanted to let her go. 

This place is becoming more and more of a drag.

Perhaps you're hanging out with the wrong people. 

"I am sure I would have died. You have no idea how ridiculous she acted when I was in the hospital wing. Because I dared to say my brother was better off without her. I swear if you poke her slightly she will cry. She needs to grow a pair or something, excuse my language. If she continues to act like that she will never suceed in the real would. Life is not a fairytale where things work out in the end if you wish hard enough. Life is full of pain." It sounded more cynic than she felt really but for so long her parents had shielded her trying to say life was good and nice. And it wasn’t, she only learned that when she went to France and got to actually experience life for herself. That girl needed a slap of reality.

"Don't worry, dear. I think I have a good idea of how that went down. In truth he was better off without her. I think any boy is better off with that. I don't how to be attracted to something that sickeningly bright. I need a challenge, someone with a little bit of wit. Not some love sick puppy who cries over everything." Pierre stopped for a moment and turned to look at his friend. "Life is full of pain? My love, if I life were full of pain you wouldn't have been. Think of me as your best friend and your pain reliever. You know I can't leave you in pain for all that long. If you're in pain then I'm in pain." He said without a thought. Words seemed to flow around Lily, he didn't have to think about what he was saying because it was as if he'd already had the conversation at some stage in his head. 

The redhead went quiet for a moment still not used to having her best friend kissing her, they might be now friends with benefits but that did not mean it was easy for her now. “Sex probably. Or food, your parents maybe. I will be horribly disappointed if you don’t choose your parents over me.” she said hitting his chest lightly with the back of her hand, burying her face in his neck, breathing in the scent that was purely Pierre, a mix of perfume, baked goods with just a hint of the smell of the wood from his violin.  She kissed him lightly there, a small token of appreciation for everything he had done for her.

"And why is that? My parents would survive just fine without me love and I without them." No one ever understood the dynamic between Pierre and his parents. Sometimes Pierre didn't even understand it. He and his parents got along for show but behind closed doors they barely even knew each other. He and his father had a better relationship because they were forced to talk more but he and his mother barely got a chance to have conversations. The blond let his friend rest against his neck, loving the feeling of being this close to her. It wasn't like being close to other girls. With other girls he knew it would come to and end and he was okay with it. With Lily he never wanted it to end. 

"You would choose your suits over me? And here I thought we were best friends who would choose each other before everyone. I am heartbroken Pierre. Completely heartbroken." Her tone was sad but she couldn’t wipe off the smirk off her features, she knew that he loved his clothing and most people would find that was gay or inappropriate. She loved that though, why shouldn’t man be as worried about their appearance as girls, and when they were they were called gay? Seeing a man with a well fitted suit and combed was more attractive than a guy who just put whatever clothing he saw.

Pierre leaned over and pressed a kiss to girls lips to get her to shut up for a moment. "My love, is there anything in this world that I'd choose before you? I think not. Even my suits." The blond said with a grin. She could rip up every one of his suits, shirts and his causal clothes too. As long as he still had her at the end of the day he'd be okay and he knew he would. Lily was one half of his whole. Without her he didn't really know who he was. If he was honest he couldn't really remember the years before Lily was a part of his life. He didn't want to remember the years before because he didn't really see the point in them because the red head hadn't been there. 

Burrowing herself deeper into the bed, she let herself got lost in the feeling of Pierre’s hands on her feet. “My feet are perfectly clean so shoosh. You think I would ever damage your suits?” She said giggling. This night was exactly what she had needed, a great party where she got to dance and talk to people. And end the night with Pierre just talking to her best friend. It was exactly what she had missed from France, she couldn’t leave Hogwarts. Not now, but the pull to just run away and go back to the pristine blue uniforms she used to wear was strong.

"Well no because if you ever ruined any one of my suits we'd no longer be friends." Pierre quipped. People didn't mess with his suits and if they did they were never people that lasted in his life all that long. Clothes were his thing and he was never ashamed to admit that. He knew what worked on people and he knew what didn't. More importantly he knew what worked on himself. He knew how to make himself look like the French royalty he was trying to portray. No one ever questioned that saying of his because he held himself in such a way that made people believe that he was definitely something to do with French royalty. 

"Thank you. He is a bit of a wanker sometimes also. So if you could sort him out for me that would be amazing." She said tapping his cheek softly, a small smirk playing on her lips. Teasing him was her favorite game to play, well only losing to seducing people to her bed. There was a rush seeing people’s eyes darken and lust run through their veins when she began her game. She wondered how Pierre would look if she ever played with him, his blue eyes smoldering.. Hmm, a small shudder went through her spine at the mental image.

"A wanker? Well I can't have you sleeping in a room next to him." Pierre said with a smirk on his lips. She was always one for teasing and toying around and the blond loved it. He loved the fact that Lily could just make herself the centre of attention without even trying. Boys fawned over her and were constantly in awe of her and he was the best friend that got her attention whenever he needed it. She made him feel special and that was quite a feat for anyone to achieve. No one made Pierre feel special, only coming first and beating other people made him feel special because they were things he could bring back to his parents and hopefully impress them with. 

Lily relaxed when she saw the familiar blonde curls, her head resting against his shoulder as he played with her shirt. She had been wondering how long it would take for him to get here, a part of her wanted him to take all the time in the world. Maybe take a girl to his room and forget about her, that part had been losing the battle most of the time today. The louder part of her brain was the jealous one, the one that wanted to take Pierre to her room and leave their clothes outside. Merlin she should not be thinking this, he was her best friend, the one person she could not lose in this world, Christian was acting odd, Dominique seemed to be distracted.. He was Pierre.

He leaned into his friend and smiled, breathing in a scent that was so quintessentially Lily. The blond could never place it but it always made him happy no matter what. The more he thought about things however the more he realised that Lily hadn't really gotten involved in the party. She'd been at his side for the most part and he loved it. Her being at his side made him confident in everything he did and it made him feel invincible. She'd always had that effect on him. Even when they were teens in Beauxbatons and he was one of the rulers of the school her backing made him really believe in his position. 

The Constant II Lily & Pierre

Pierre wasn't in the slight bit drunk because when being a host he didn't believe in really have a 'good' time. His mother and father had taught him that the host of any given party always had the worst night no matter what happened during the party. Though even with that said Lily's presence always put him in a happier mood. Everything was better with Lily involved. He made sure that people had a place to stay or got home safely before retiring himself. The blond waved off his guests and headed for the stairs. 

"How about we head over to that big house of yours so you can show me what you have planned for the party?" Lily said squeezing his head and resting her head against his shoulder again.

"Of course. I have major plans, love. You know me." Pierre said with a grin, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Do you have things to bring with you? I left a bag in the Great Hall I need to pick up. Shall we use the fireplace in Arruda's office?"

"Come on Blondie!" she said giggling winking at the french boy leaving the store. She had no place to be right now, but she didn’t want to go back home so her mother would force her to help in the cooking.

Pierre rolled his eyes and moved to take the girls hand after taking the bagged ice cream off her. "Where to now, dear? Don't tell me you're heading home and leaving me." The blond said as he glanced over at his best friend.