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"Psst! Lily!" James Potter stage whispered across the History of Magic Classroom.

Ignore him Evans, Lily thought, Ignore him and he will go away.

"Psstttttttt! Evans!" He continued to whisper as loud as a whisper could be.

Dammit, why doesn't Binns hear the bloody prat! She thought furiously.

"Evans!" He hissed. "Evans, c'mon Lily this is important!"

It was the first day of seventh year, your typical every day scene. Lily was glaring determinedly at the teacher while taking notes, James was looking longingly at her, Sirius was flipping his hair like a psychopath with turrets, Remus was too taking notes and Peter was sleeping. To students in the class, nothing was out of the ordinary. It was just another day in Binns' History of Magic class.

"What Potter!" She spat back as quietly as possible.

"Can I borrow your notes?"

Oh, Jesus Christ, couldn't he take them himself? "No I will not!" She almost screamed in annoyance, "Why can't you do it yourself!"

"I've got to draw up quidditch tactics! I can't waste my time on less important issues! C'mon, we are Head boy and girl. Sharing is caring right?" He said frantically, ducking down when she gave him an evil look.

"Fine, but only because you are head boy. Don't ask me why Dumbledore had aneurysm and decided that you were responsible and a good leader. Quidditch doesn't even start for two months!"

"The time is ripe my dear Lillian. Now make haste so I may copy thy notes."

"Fine!" She said furiously, levitating her papers to his desk.

"Honestly, Evans, you need to lighten up!" Whispered Sirius Black, best friend and second in command to the society of hormonal teenage boys, next to James of course.

"I don't need to lighten up! I'm trying to take notes!" She said, though both her parchment and quill lay forgotten on her desk.

"Lily," said James looking up from her notes, "Have you every kissed a boy? Or dated a boy? Or even liked a boy? Face it, you are a little Negative Nancy who just needs to live."

"Yeah Evans," whispered Sirius, "Snogging is great! One of the best hobbies in the world besides quidditch. Don't be such a goody goody. Hey I've got an idea, why don't you pull a prank with us? You could be the first female Marauder! It'd be great! And plus, with all the spare headsie time you get with Prongs, you'll never not have time to play a trick or two."

At this, Lily didn't even need to argue further. She silently pulled out her wand and cast a spell.

"Contumelia Quirito." She whispered with venom.

All of a sudden, Sirius stood up and shouted, "Professor Binns arse smells like a thousand bloody Nifflers in a pile of dragon shit!"

At first, silence, but then the entire class burst out laughing, holding onto their sides as their teacher spluttered in disbelief.

Sirius continued to scream insults and he had to leave the classroom and have Professor Flitwick undo the hex. Lily was on the floor, all dignity lost, clutching her stomach and breaking into musical peals of laughter. James smiled at the sound of her laughter as it filled his head. Any minute he could grasp a memory or thought of Lily, he did and boy did he make the most of it.

When Lily regained her composure, she stood up, dusted herself off and sat daintily down in her seat. She stood up after a few moments, because Binns announced that the class could have free time to catch up on notes, and walked over to James notes, trying to ignore the strange spasms in her stomach.

I'm so hungry, she thought, dismissing the other option of the source of the spasms.

"Potter, erm... James I need my notes. Now." She said firmly, as she approached his desk.

"Why certainly Miss Lily, I just finished the--. Wait, did you just call me James?"

"Yes," she replied crossly, "I figure that since we are going to be spending a lot of time together patrolling and planning events that we might want to have a platonic relationship, instead of a hate one."

James had lost her at the word "relationship". He really could care less if she called him Potter or not, but she wanted to be friends.

Is this heaven? He thought dreamily as she rambled on, concluding her unheard speech by snatching her notes from him as the bell rang.

Grinning and packing up his things, James Potter walked out of the classroom to lunch, trying to keep his eyes away from his new friend's backside.

Ugh, that James bloody Potter, why couldn't he just go jump off a cliff?

Because you would miss him too much Evans.

No I wouldn't. James is alright once you get to know him, but I wouldn't lay my life on the line for him.

Ummmm, James?

Were on a first name basis right now!/

And you're glad of this why?

Well, I won't have to worry about avoiding Potter this year. Usually when he sees me he tries to ask me out but now he just smiles and says, "Hi Lily."

Aw, how romantic.

Shut up you. I'm not even supposed to be talking to myself. Walk.

Lily walked to the Great Hall, lugging her enormous book bag with her.

People (especially boys) looked at her as she passed them but she continued to ignore them.

Boys were not a factor for Lily Evans in here life. She had no time for them and overall, she thought it was a waste of time. She told everyone this.

None knew however, that she only wanted true love. Like those silly little mushy gushy fairy tales with the prince charming and the fiery dragon. But of course, there was no one like that for Lily Evans. No guy could handle her because she was just... too much. Her friends pointed out that Lily was drop-dead-gorgeous but she simply refused to see it. In her mind, she was fat, short, obsessive compulsive, a nerd, and a delinquent because she knew how to punch people and leave a mark. To say the least, Lily Evans was not like other girls.

"Gracie! Emma!" She called, speeding up and taking her seat at the Gryffindor table, facing her two friends.

"Go away, I want to sleep." Grunted Grace Harlow into the table.

"Yeah me too," Said Emmaline, 'first day back to school and I already want to go home."

"Well then," said Lily, her green eyes sparkling like emeralds, "I guess you don't want to hear what I did to Sirius Black in History."

"What did you do?" Grace said, her head snapping up revealing eyes the color of dark chocolate and hair the color of (as she liked to put it) dung.

Lily sighed, satisfied that her bait had worked. There was nothing Gracie liked to put in pain more than Sirius Black. Ever since first year when Gracie had started making faces at him from behind her book and he started dipping her braids in the inkwell, a full frontal feud had started and nothing, not even detention, could stop it. Lily once asked if it was possible that Gracie might even like Sirius. Needless to say, Lily slept on the common room couch that night. He actually did whistle at Gracie as she walked to class that morning but she just flipped him off.

"Nothing," Said Lily slyly, "I just used a hex that made him swear loudly at the teacher, which got him in detention, I'm sure."

"Ohhh," said Emma, "I wish I could have seen that. Potions is so boring and with me having to work with bloody Remus Lupin all the time."

"Oh, he's not that bad," Lily said through a mouthful of food, "Just quiet and reserved. I wish he would have been picked for Head Boy instead of James. I have to live with that moron all the time. Not to mention I have to leave my best fiends to fend for themselves in the realm of Queen of Bitches, Angelina White."

"Amen." Said Gracie solemnly, raising her hand and placing on her open text book as if it were a bible.

"Well, if you ask me," Emmaline Vance said, her violet eyes sweeping over the table in search for Macaroni and Cheese, "all the Marauders are bad. Knowing them has brought my health no good whatsoever. They are sexist, immature, stupid. Even Remus has a lower IQ just because he hangs out with them."

Lily smiled at her best fiends. What would she do without them?

Emmaline Vance (Emma for short) had black hair and the most unique purple eyes. She loved homework more than Lily did and though she was not as outspoken, held the same views as Lily and Gracie did. She hated boys and even said it was a waste of time just talking to them. Nothing angered her more than a stupid woman with no morals at all.

Grace Harlow... hmm Gracie was a harder person to pin down. She'd dated boys but nothing was promising. She was slender and tall and had an odd obsession with causing Sirius Black pain. When she was on PMS, she got so bad with the nasty comments that Emma and Lily had to leave her alone for a few hours. She had the worst temper out of the all the girls and the evidence on boys faces to show it. Her lack of strength was made up for by the fact that she punched twice as much.

And Lily Evans. Green eyes, red hair that she always wore up because it got "too out of control". She was smart, passionate, strong, a fighter, and usually a rule follower. Usually.

She had never dated a boy in her life and she had only crushed on three since arriving at Hogwarts. Gracie always teased her and called her a prude. True, she had no life. But that was fine with her, for now.

"So how are you, future Mrs. Potter?"

Lily rolled her eyes. Here we go. The daily argument: Does Lily love James Potter.

"I am Miss Evans, Gracie. Evans."

"Whatever you say babe," said Emma, "just remember, we know your secret."

Currently disgusted with the topic of conversation, Lily stood up grabbed her bag and said "I'll see you guys later." She stalked off.

"Wow, Emma. She is so in denial."

"I know. Did you see her face when you said Mrs. Potter? Priceless. D'you think she'll wake up and realize it soon?"

"Sooner than you think." Said Gracie, digging into her mashed potatoes.

"Prongs, mate. Why are you smiling at your tuna casserole?" Sirius Black asked, tipping his head to the side.

James looked up, a giant grin plastered o his face.

"Got rid of the loud swearing I see." He said, trying to change the topic.

"Ah ah, not falling for that topic change Jamsie," said Sirius, his grey-blue eyes twinkling as he chewed on his lunch.

James sighed, dipping his head and laughing.

"Fine, Lily said that we were friends," he said excitedly as Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew sat on either side of him, "Friends Padfoot. D'you know what that means? To Evans, I mean Lily, I'll be James. James. Not Potter. Not egotistical prat. James!"

His grin faded as his Friends all burst out laughing.

"What?"

"What happened to I'm over Lily Evans?" Said Remus buttering his roll while looking rather amused.

"Ummm. I am!" Shouted James, looking downward as he mumbled into his potatoes.

"Mate, You've got it bad." said Sirius.

"I'm sorry," apologized James sincerely, "she's just so... perfect. Like an angel but even better."

"Ewwww. That's really gross!" Peter said.

"Now that were done discussing Evans, let's get into bigger subjects like... Pranking Snivelly."

"Alright," said James, trying not to stare at Lily as she walked out of the hallway, her red hair swinging behind her. He wished she would wear it down. About two years ago she had sworn off letting her hair down since her mom would not let her cut it. The only time he had seen it down in those entire two years was the time when he had gone to her house over Christmas break to give her her present. She was wearing jeans and a green turtle neck in which her figure fit into perfectly, and he had to stop himself twice from leaning in and--.

'Prongs?!" Shouted his friends.

"Ummm... sorry guys." He said, hiding the blush that was creeping up his neck.

They ignored him and continued to plan the prank. He sighed, this is going to be a long, long year.

"He's coming! He's coming!" Shouted Sirius in a whisper.

The Marauders scrambled up from their position on the ground, jumping and hiding behind a statue.

They waited.

And then he came.

Severus Snape sauntered down the corridor, his greasy hair bouncing slightly and his dark tunnel like eyes half open.

"Target in position." Whispered Peter.

"And the audience?"

"Just around the corner, Prongs."Said Sirius, who's grey eyes were wide with delight.

"Okay boys, let's count down." Whispered James, tightening his grip on the prank trigger.

"Do we have to do this?" Remus whined uncertainly.

"Yes, ten. nine..." James started.

"Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One." They counted together.

"Now!" They shouted just as the entire seventh year and Snape rounded the corner.

Suddenly, black, sticky and smelly goo burst forth from the ceiling, covering Snivelly in stink sap. The entire crowd was on the floor in laughter as he slipped around in the goo, trying to grip his wand.

Sirius (who was finally able to stand after practically dying of laughter) pulled out his wand and shouted, "Plumatas Superio!" Covering Snape in feathers.

Just when James thought his day could really not get any better, Lily, Emmaline and Grace stalked out of the crowd. Gracie was both trying and failing to hide her grin and Emma had her hands on her hips while the corners of her lips twitched. Lily however, looked livid. Her eyebrows looked conjoined and her lips her pressed together tightly. The entire corridor went silent, and began to disperse, none wanting to face the wrath of Evans.

Snape had ran off, leaving a trail of stinksap and feathers. The Marauders ran, leaving James behind.

"We'll take care of them." Said Gracie and Emma, taking off after the three boys.

"Thanks girls." Lily said, not taking her steely gaze off of James.

Now they were alone. James tried to ignore Lily, but he found it impossible.

"Heads dorm. NOW." Lily said quietly.

Needless to say James began walking. She caught up with him before they had even reached the dorm.

"I can't believe you!"She exploded, shoving him into the wall, "Have you no sense of honor? You. Are. Head. Bloody. Boy. You are supposed to be an example to look up to! James, this is why I can't believe Dumbledore picked you! You don't care about the fact that dozens of first years are gonna pick up what you just did and use it to their advantage! And not to mention Sev will be--

"Snivelly is a git and you know it." James cut her off, "How can you stand up for him after what he said to you two years ago?"

"Because you were the one who prodded him enough to say it." She said, leaving him speechless with outrage.

"Besides," she continued, "pranks are not good to do. Not fun and not healthy."

"Aw, c'mon Lils," said James, putting his arm around her shoulder ignoring her stiffened shoulders, "Pranks are fun. Have you ever even played one? And get used to my arm on your shoulder, if were gonna be working together, we might as well be friends."

"What if I don't want to be friends?" She said quietly, almost to herself.

"Well if you don't now, you will in a few weeks." He said confidently. Lily tried to ignore the fact that her breathing began quickening as she continued to talk to him. It was... strange, being so close to a person she would normally slap upon seeing.

"Well, I'll see you at dinner Lily." He said, startling her out of her thoughts by holding his hand out for a shake.

Lily took it, but at the last second, pulled him into a hug, surprising both of them.

James his closed his eyes as nearly let himself embrace her curvy body. Lily too was experiencing some kind of epiphany. Why was this happening? And to her of all people?

They parted and Lily ran up to her room to do homework and grab some books. James smiled, running a hand through his hair and walking off to find his friends.

As he reached the fourth floor, Gracie and Emmaline walked out of a broom closet looking rather pleased with themselves.

He walked in cautiously and found all of his friends unconscious.

What amazing women, he thought to himself as he bent down to pick up his friends.

A/N: This is my first chapter fic. for harry potter fandom. I'd be really happy if you could review and tell me what you think so far! And just a note, the namesake of the story will come into play within the next few chapters.