Dislaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, or anything to do with it... though i wish i did... 3 I'd even settle for owning Hogwarts...

Author's Note: Alright. I'm getting really sick of people telling me my spelling errors in the first two chapters, so I'm reviewing them, and updating them. I wrote the first two chapters in notepad, and there is no spell check, so give a girl some slack!

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Chapter One: Detention

James rounds the corner, finished with his first task, but stops, and leans against the wall, staring. She's apparently reaching for something high up, her face is hidden by the open cupboard door, but he already knows what she looks like. Her petite figure is stretched, she's standing on her tip toes. Her shirt lifts a little as she moves her arm, reaching higher, exposing her flat stomach. He smiles. Finally achieving her goal, she returns to stacking the dishes in their proper places.

He opens his mouth to say something to her, but closes it promptly. Her long red hair falls in front of her forming a curtain around her face as she bends over and places a large cooking pot in a lower cabinet. He shakes his head, and continues to watch her.

She barely finishes her first task, when a house elf approaches her, begs her forgiveness and tells her that she is to peel potatoes next. She growls, the elf scampers, and James is relieved when she turns her back on him, still unaware that he's there. He knows what Lily is thinking about. He doesn't need to be a telepath to understand her. The way she hacks at the potatoes, then puts the mauled vegetables in a pot with a look of satisfaction is enough.

"Sir?" A house elf squeaks as it tugs on the sleeve of his robes, pulling him from his trace-like state. "Please forgive, but you are to help Young Master Evans with the peeling of the potatoes..." Without waiting for my responded, the creature vanishes.

He sighs, better to get it over with. James walks over, trying to be normal. He reaches for a peeler when Lily turns to him, brandishing the peeler not two inches from his face. "Do you want to go out with me that bad that you had to wreck my perfect record and land me a detention to get my attention?" She looks furious. Oh, Merlin! Why does she have to be so hot?

"Wotcher. You'll put my eye out with that thing, Evans." He replied lightly as he raised his hands in surrender.

She scowled. "Now, don't make that face, love. What if it froze like that?" James grins cheekily.

"Potter!" Lily began, but Professor McGonagall enters as she raises the peeler at him.

"Miss Evans!" McGanagall's voice seems shocked at the situation. Anyone would be. It appeared as though Lily was going to kill James with a vegetable peeler. "I do hate to interrupt this... conversation..." She paused, and her lips tightened, Lily couldn't help but think that it made her look like her sister, Petunia. "But it is well past midnight. Your detentions, however, are not over. I wish to see you both tomorrow night--"

"Tomorrow night? Professor, you cant! Quidditch practice!" James fumbled for words.

"Mr. Potter. I may be a fairly new teacher, but let me assure you, I will not go easy on you." McGonagall stared at him, almost daring him to challenge her again. When he didn't, she continued. "As I was saying. I wish to see you both tomorrow night in the trophy room. You will polish all the awards, by hand. Without magic." She looked between the two of them. "I trust you will find your common room without a problem?" The two nodded. "Then I bid you goodnight." She turned, and swept out of the Kitchens, her robes billowing around her, leaving them in her wake.

Lily and James leave the kitchens, and begin the long walk to their dormitories. She turned on him, pointing a finger, which, he preferred to the peeler. Her brilliant green eyes blazed with the flames of fury. "Potter... stay the bloody hell away from me." She turned, and resumed walking toward Gryffindor Tower.

"Touchy, touchy, Lils..." James responds cooly as he caught up with her and threw an arm around her shoulders playfully. She looks at his hand, which is draped quite near her breast, and brushes it off of her with such speed, you'd think she thought she'd contract some deadly disease. "Tut, tut, Lily. I didn't mean anything... And..." He paused. "I'm sorry I got you a detention... I shouldn't have kissed you like that..." There. He admitted it. He was wrong, and once again, Lily was right.

If he was going to say something else, we will never know, for at the moment he finished talking, Lily Evans turned on him and her hand connected with his face so fast he forgot what he was going to say. No doubt it was something to lighten the mood, which would have made Lily even more mad that she already was.

She glared at him, and even in the torch-lit corridors, it was easy to tell that tears were filling her precious green eyes. "Don't you dare call me by my first name. Don't you dare come near me again!" She hissed, then turned, leaving him alone in the corridor.

He raises a hand and ruffles his already messy jet-black hair. "Good going Prongs."

James turns with a smile on his face, despite Lily just telling him off again. "Thanks Padfoot. Like the show?" He asked sarcastically as his best friend, Sirius Black stepped from beneath James' invisibility cloak.

"Oh yes. I was wishing I had some popcorn." Sirius let out a bark-like laugh.