Soooo I know it's been like forever. Sorry. I don't have an excuse I just am a terrible person. Anyway, to make up for it, here's a much longer chapter, which kind of just got out of hand. And I'm not real happy with the ending but stuff it. Hope you enjoy!

James' was screaming. Or more accurately, his trousers were.

Lily had been deeply enthralled with her book when she'd heard a strange noise coming from James. With an irritated sigh she looked up ready to scold the quidditch captain, only to find him still sleeping peacefully on the other side of the couch, oblivious to the slight vibrations coming from his pocket. Curious now, Lily moved closer to him, trying to determine what strange object he had hidden away. She considered waking him to get him to stop the noise, however she had a sneaking suspicion that whatever was in his pocket was one of the elusive marauder trade secrets that she would not be privy to if he was awake.

Moving slowly, she reached towards his pocket, careful not to wake him. She had just barely felt the hard, cool object when she heard a low huff of amusement, making her freeze.

'You know Evans, if you wanted to grope me this badly, you should've just asked. Don't wait until I'm asleep next time,' James murmured, a smirk slipping onto his face as he cracked open a bleary, hazel eye.

Lily felt her face heat up as she snatched the offending hand away from James. 'Please, like I'd ever want to touch you. Your pocket is yelling,' she quickly added when James raised an eyebrow at her. James gave her a slow grin before lazily reaching into his pocket, amplifying the noise coming from the small mirror in his hands.

'- so help me James I will stuff precious metals up your nose and set a niffler on you if you don't pick up-'

'Marlene?' asked Lily, bewildered to hear her friend threatening James. She scooted across the couch so she could peer into the mirror, where she saw Marlene looking very angry as she glared at James. 'What on earth are you doing? Why do you have James' mirror?'

'She's helping me,' said James.

'What? Why? You hate Fetch Marls, why would you encourage James?' asked Lily, feeling increasingly confused as she looked between the two. James wouldn't meet her eye as he cleared his throat awkwardly and ran his hand through his hair.

'I er, persuaded-'

'Blackmailed,' Marlene cut in.

'-Persuaded her to help me, and in return I promised that a certain something that she said about a certain someone at a certain Christmas party would stay secret,' explained James, grinning sheepishly at Lily, who promptly started laughing when she realised what James was referring too.

'Oh come on Marls,' said Lily, still snickering at her friend. 'It wasn't that bad, not bad enough to be blackmailed by anyway.'

'Wouldn't be bad for you maybe, but for me? Merlin if Black ever found out…' Marlene drifted off, shuddering at the thought.

'Yes it would be the end of the world as we know it. Now if you're quite done, we have something more important to attend too. How's the game going? Where are the others? James asked, tilting the mirror away from Lily so that all Marlene could see what James.

'Well…' came Marlene's voice. Lily could just picture how she would be nervously chewing on her lip. 'Do you want the bad news of the good news first?'

'Gimme the good first.'

'The good news is that Sirius is currently exploring the dungeons and is nowhere near you. The bad is that Remus is currently lurking near you guys on the seventh floor. Apparently Amber Lawler interrogated Frank and made him run his mutt, so Sirius knows vaguely where you are, but like, not exactly where you are.'

'Fuck,' cursed James, closing his eyes slowly with a pained expression. 'Fucking Frank and his fear of feminists, Amber must be on someone's team if she's trying to get information.' he opened his eyes again and frowned. 'Bloody inconvenient that she questioned Frank in public, all the boys must've heard what Frank said by now. What about Pete, does anyone know where he is?'

'No, there's been no sign of him, and he's team doesn't seem to be doing much either,' shrugged Marlene, clearly with no hint of surprise about Peter's lack of competition.

'Does Remus know where the trapdoor is?' asked Lily, referring to the secret door that led to the divination room.

'Nah, it's sealed up, just looks like part of the ceiling from down there. It'll take him a long time to figure it out, if he does at all. We should be fine,' James flashed her a lazy grin before slipping back into what he called his 'game face' and what Peter called his 'I just ate a dungbomb' face.

'Right Marls, send our snitch to keep an eye on things. Actually, get the snitch to tell Sirius and Remus that Frank was lying, that I told Frank to tell everyone I was near the divination rooms so that they would be thrown off the trail. Hopefully that'll keep them out of the way for a while. They both think our snitch is on their own team, so they won't question it. Remus might go look somewhere else altogether,' he added thoughtfully. 'Anything else?'

'Nope,' said Marlene, popping the 'p' loudly.

'Right, well keep my posted is anything changes.'

'Sir yes sir,' said Marlene, giving a him a serious salute that was only slightly marred by her eye-roll, before fading out of sight.

'So, who's your snitch?' asked Lily curiously as James shoved the mirror back into his pocket unceremoniously.

He looked at her incredioulsy. 'You think I'd tell you? That's top-secret information miss Evans, the only people who know that is Marlene, the snitch and my good self. And that's the way it's staying. No,' he said, shaking his head as he studiously ignored Lily's growing pout, 'all I can tell you is that the Sirius thinks the snitch is snitching on my team, when really he is working for me, double-oh-seven style.' He made a finger gun at Lily, giving a little 'pew' as he pretended to shoot her.

Lily rolled her eyes, wishing that she'd never introduced him to the Bond series. 'So how do you know he's not being a double agent for Sirius, or Remus, or even Peter? He might just be pretending to work for you, when he is really giving the information to someone else.'

'No way Evans,' scoffed James. 'I know for a fact that he is not working for Sirius, despite what Sirius thinks. And he's not working for Remus because he's got some weird vendetta against Remus, although Moony's got no idea. And I doubt it even occurred to Pete to have a snitch on another team. Trust me Lils, I know he's on my team.'

Sirius knew that the snitch was on his team. Exhibit A; the snitch had informed him that Frank was wrong about where James was hiding. James wasn't in the dungeons, James was actually in the dungeons, or that was what he had unwittingly told the snitch that Sirius had planted in his team. Now Sirius was scouring the dungeons for the baton.

Preoccupied as he was, Sirius didn't miss the quick pulse of heat from his bracelet signalling that James had now been in possession of Lily for two whole hours. One hundred and twenty points already. Cursing under his breath, Sirius slammed the door of the cupboard that he had been searching; if he didn't find Lily soon, James may as well be named the victor already. Not to mention the fact that he'd heard rumours of a short game, meaning that every minute was precious. He huffed again.

His head stuffed into a cupboard under the bench, Sirius didn't notice that he had company in the room until he heard someone calling his name. Startled, he jerked his head up, only to smack it so hard that it felt as though he should have little birds floating around his head, like he's seen on the muggle cartoons. Cursing and rubbing his head, he straightened and turned to see Dorcas Meadows leaning against the bench opposite him, her eyebrow raised pointedly.

'You don't seriously think that James is hiding Lily in a cupboard in the dungeons, do you?' asked Dorcas, her tone as mocking as her raised eyebrow. 'I mean, surely he's more creative than that.'

'Are you joking?' Sirius continued to rub his head. 'James is about as creative as a wet mop; besides he would love to be cramped into a closet with Lily. And sometimes the simplest hiding places as the best,' he shook his head, not really sure why he was wasting his precious time talking to the Ravenclaw. 'What do you want Meadows?' he asked, turning to continue his search through the abandoned classroom.

'I've just come to tell you that I know who your snitch is.'

Sirius paused in his search as he processed her words. He slowly turned around, to find her admiring her nails nonchalantly, purposely avoiding his questioning gaze.

'What do you mean you found my snitch? I'm pretty sure that the snitch hidden in my team was you, Meadows. Everyone else in my team is airtight,' he said, his confidence only slightly betrayed by his eyes desperately seeking a trail of a clue on her face.

Dorcas sighed and crossed her arms, meeting his gaze with her own, equally piercing one. 'I already told you that I wasn't a snitch, you knob. But if you don't want to know, then fine, I'll leave you alone.' She straightened, clearly finished with the conversation.

'Wait,' called Sirius before she could move towards the door. 'Who is it?' he asked, ignoring her triumphant smirk.

'It's Ralph.'

Sirius scoffed. 'Clearly you don't know shit, Meadows. Ralph is snitching on James for me; James think he's on his team, but really, he's playing the double agent and keeping me informed. I know my team.'

'And James probably thinks the same thing. He could be on anyone's team really, but I would say that he's not on yours. Because honestly Sirius, why are you searching in cupboards in the dungeons for James, when you know in your gut that he's not hiding here? Is it because a certain snitch told you too?'

'Okay then, if he is the snitch, which he most definitely is not, why are you telling me this? I wouldn't think you'd want to help me,' suspicion coated his voice as he attempted to stare the dark-skinned girl down.

'Oh, I don't want to help you,' Dorcas met Sirius's gaze with a sly smile. 'I'm telling you because I know you won't believe me. I'm telling you because you'll follow your own pride to your destruction. You game will end tits up, and I'll be watching with a smile as everything crumbles, and you slowly realise that all of this could have been avoided if you had've trusted me.' She stood up straight as her brown eyes glowed. Sirius hadn't noticed until this moment that she was taller than he was. 'I want to to watch you game burn, Sirius Black, and I want it to be your own stupidity that does it.'

Sirius snorted, breaking the tension-filled starred down. 'Well, that was needlessly dramatic Meadows. Now, if you don't mind, I've got some more cupboards to check.'

'Fine,' shrugged Dorcas, 'it's none of my business if you want to ruin yourself. Just remember when it happens, that I warned you.' She walked towards the door, not giving a second glance as she heard a cupboard door slam.

James sat in a dusty room, on a dusty couch, staring at a dusty wall. He had never been so bored in all his life. Not even in a History of Magic had he been this bored. Maybe because in reality, that class was always a riot of seeing how many ridiculous things they could get away with until Binns noticed they weren't paying attention. Sirius' tribute to Abba (which was performed on a table top, whist wearing sparkly heels) had to be his favourite so far. Either way, it was much less boring than sitting on a duty couch in a dusty room, staring at a dusty wall.

James sighed and looked over at his companion on the other end of the dusty couch. Lily was completely engrossed in her book, her eyes flashing emerald as they darted across the page. Her hair was thrown up into a hazarders bun, making large chunks of her bright hair falls around her face. The firelight washed her in an ethereal glow; she looked almost otherworldly to James as she chewed absentmindedly on her lip as she read, completely unawares of James' gaze.

'Stop staring, it's creepy.'

Not completely unawares then. James gave her a sheepish smile as she glanced up at him over her book.

'Sorry,' he said. And then a few minutes later; 'I'm bored.'

'Well entertain yourself,' replied Lily, irritation creeping into her voice as he interrupted her reading again. 'or have another nap. We're both happier when you're asleep.'

'You just want me to go to sleep so you can feel me up again, like last time,' he winked.

'Yes,' agreed sarcastically Lily as she turned back to her book, ignoring his baiting. She knew that he was just trying to get a rise out of her because he was bored. But she didn't feel like arguing with him just because he couldn't entertain himself.

James stood up and stretched; he clearly wasn't going to get any amusement from Lily. He wandered over to the old desk that was pushed up against the wall next to the mouldy curtains. He rummaged through the drawers, find nothing more exciting than a few broken quills and a teacup. Sighed he closed the desk drawer, disappointed with his find, he straightened and looked around the dimly lit room for something else to explore. He thought about opening the curtains and watching the grounds below, but he had sworn on more than one occasion that the curtains had twitched out the corner of his eye, making him almost certain that a creature was lurking in them. Something which he did not want to deal with.

James wandered over to the bookcase. He wasn't much of a reader, but consider how bored he was, he would probably try anything right now. As he attempted to read the faded titles, something caught his eye. Sitting on the corner of a shelf, was a collection of crystal balls, covered in a thick coat of dust. James ran his finger down one of them, thinking about the many times he and Peter had made up ridiculous scenes of the future that they had pretended to see in the balls.

Using his sleeve, James rubbed the dust off one of the balls, and gave a gasp of surprise when he was a miniscule scene within the ball. It was a winter wonderland. A small village, coated in pristine white snow, making the cottages look like the little muggle gingerbread houses that he'd seen in a shop. He looked closely, watching as the imagine came to life before his eyes, he could see a group of children sledding down a small hill, a dog running crazy circles in the snow around them. Shopper goers plodded from shop to shop, stopping to admire the frozen fountain in the middle of the town as snow fell softly around them.

It was beautiful. Mesmerising. James had never seen anything like it. He knew it wasn't a vision of the future; he'd always been rubbish as divination. It seemed more like it was simply a little scene, literally frozen in time.

'Lily,' he called, tearing his eyes from the magic before him. 'Come look at this.'

'Hmm?' she asked, not taking her eyes of the page she was currently reading.

'Come look at this.'

'Yeah,' she muttered, not even looking at him. James sighed, he wasn't even sure she realised he was speaking to her. Clearly her book was much more interesting than he was.

He turned back to the book shelf, resolving that Lily would appreciate the interruption if he took the ball over to her. After all, he always appreciated interruptions when he was trying to read, which wasn't very often.

James made to pick up the ball, but it was heavy. Much heavier than a normal crystal ball. Determined, he dragged it to the end of the shelf and hefted it into his arms, cradling it against his chest. The movement stirred up the snow, and the inhabitants in the glass ran inside their little houses for cover as he stumbled his way over to the couch. But before the boy could quite make it, he tripped, sending the crystal tumbling to the ground where it landed with a resounding crack.

'What the hell was that?' asked Lily, whipping around in her seat.

James was standing behind the couch, swearing loudly as he bent down to examine the broken crystal at his feet. The ball had not shattered, much to his relief, but there was a large crack that creaked its way across the surface, leading right into the heart of the ball. He rolled it over gently, ignoring Lily's questions as he did so. The beautiful scene that was captured in the ball was destroyed, snow slowly pouring out onto the ground.

As James watched, the snow began to gather, dancing above the crystal and a soft breeze began to blow through the room, carrying the snow higher.

'What the-,' James jumped back as snow started pouring out the crystal rapidly, and a strong wind ripped through the room, creating a mini snow storm in front of him.

He heard Lily calling his name, as the wind began to howl, making her sound as though she was more than a few mere meters away. Her hair whipped around her face as she shoved her book into her bag, quickly gathering up her stuff. Snow was blowing through the room thick and fast now and Lily could barely see James standing in the middle of the room, wand raised as he furiously shouted spells, which were having little to no effect on the storm.

Lily felt a flash or irritation at the foolish boy, but she pushed it aside, deciding that it wouldn't help at the moment. Less then a minute had passed, but the situation continued to escalate; everywhere Lily looked was white. She couldn't even see the door anymore, let alone James.

She didn't even attempt to draw her wand, learning from James' mistake. Instead she resolutely put her head down and began trudging towards the door. She moved slowly, often stumbling when a large gust of wind blew, and slipping on icy patches on the floor.

Suddenly a strong hand grabbed her arm, and James was right in front of her. He was covered in snow, his clothes soaked through, she was surprised that he could even see through his ice-covered glasses.

He leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear as he shouted. 'What are you doing? The doors are the other way!' Before Lily could respond, he was dragging her in the opposite direction, his hand like fire on her wrist in comparison to the snow.

The next few seconds passed in minute detail; the snow stinging her face, the wind whistling in her ears, the hair in her mouth, wet clothes sticking to wet skin and above all, the burning hand holding hers.

And then suddenly it stopped. James had pulled her through the door with a hard jerk before letting her go, using his whole body to slam the door shut behind him. Lily could still make out the wind blowing in the other room, but they were out of it for now.

James leaned back on the door, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked at Lily. She was a sodden mess, her clothes completely soaked and sticking to her in a tantalizing way. She was spitting hair out of her mouth as she rummaged in her bag, assumedly looking for her wand to warm herself up, if her shivering was anything to go by. James thought she looked beautiful. Like a drowned rat, yes. But beautiful nonetheless. Not that rats are sexy thought James, exhaling a quick laugh under his breath.

At his laugh, Lily stilled and stood up straight. It was then that James noticed that she looked extremely pissed off, and he knew that he was going to immediately regret the last few minutes.

'Something funny Potter?' Lily bit, glaring at James.

'Well we were just caught in a snowstorm in the middle of a classroom. You have to admit, that's a little funny.' As soon as the words left James' mouth he knew that Lily did not find any part of the situation funny.

'No actually, I don't think being freezing cold and blown about is funny. Thanks to you, I'm cold, wet and have a killer head ache. Not to mention,' she held up her battered copy of her book, now completely saturated and ripped, 'my favourite book is ruined. So, no, I don't think it's funny Potter. Even if you got your head out of your arse and apologised, I wouldn't think it was funny.' As Lily spoke her voice got louder and louder, and her face became bright red in anger.

'Wait,' said James incredulously, 'you expect me to apologise? You think I meant for that to happen? That I just thought, 'oh you know what would make this day more fun? A snowstorm?!''

'Whether or not you meant it to happen is irrelevant, what matters is that it was your fault.'

'Oh, so it's my fault that I tripped over?'

'Yes! You shouldn't have tried to bring that bloody thing over in the first place!'

'Well,' seethed James, who was beginning to match Lily in anger, 'I wouldn't have tried to bring it over to you if you weren't completely ignoring me.'

'Are you saying,' said Lily, her voice low and completely disbelieving, 'that it's my fault because you didn't get enough attention? You pigheaded, egotistical arse-wipe.'

Lily was sure that she was twenty-eight different shades of red right now, but she didn't care. She couldn't believe that Potter had the gall to insinuate that it was her fault that the blizzard had been started, simply because she was reading a book rather than paying attention to the child in front of her.

James opened his mouth to retort to her insults, but before he could say a word, there was a loud BANG as the trapdoor behind Lily was flung open.

'Petrificus Totalus!' Remus shouted. Lily watched with dark satisfaction as James' appendages snapped together, and he fell heavily onto the door behind him before sliding to the floor.

She turned to Remus, beaming. 'Thanks for that.'

'My pleasure,' he replied, grinning. 'I've wanted to do that for years,' he said, ignoring James frustrated grunt from behind them. 'You guys were yelling so loud you made it quite easy to find you, and I thought you might appreciate the help. Now, let me clock in.' Remus walked over so that he was closer to her than James was, effectively making the bands heat up and clocking in. 'What were you fighting about?' he asked curiously as Lily bent down to pick up her stuff. 'And why are you all wet?'

Lily stood and walked towards the trapdoor, not giving a second glance to the boy lying on the floor behind her. 'Oh, it's nothing. Nothing worth repeating anyway. Come on Remus, let's leave James here for someone to find him.' And with that she climbed down the stairs.

Oooooo! James and Lily being friends, James and Lily arguing, James and Lily being James and Lily Also do you believe Dorcas? Is Ralph our snitch? And if so, who do you think he is working for?