Author Note: Hey there! This is my first attempt at a full-length Marauder fic, so please go easy on me! I'd love any feedback I can get, so if you have the patience, could you please review for me? Thank you for stopping to take a look at this story. XD
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"James Potter, wake up!" Lily Evans hissed into his ear, grasping his bedcovers and throwing them to the ground.
"Give those back," James muttered, half-asleep as he rolled over onto his side, reaching an arm out for his much-needed blanket. "It's cold in here…"
"No," Lily replied firmly, kicking the sheets farther out of his reach. This was partly to lure James out of bed, but also for her own amusement. She could hear James's teeth chattering from the cool winter air, and she suppressed a small smile by simply nagging him instead. "You were supposed to be awake hours ago to help organize the decorations committee! I had to handle everything on my own, and I must say that your absence was a poor representation of how you handle your Head Boy responsibilities." She inched toward the window and pulled back the curtains, letting the light pour into the room.
"Can't it wait, Mummy?" he asked, squinting his eyes at the sudden burst of light. Letting his vision adjust, he sat up slowly and peered at Lily. "Oh- you look nice today, Mummy."
Lily sighed. "Why don't you put on your glasses, dear son?" she suggested in a mock-motherly voice, wondering whether James was pretending to be blind or if he was truly delusional. She motioned toward his nightstand, hoping that he might see it.
James fumbled around for his glasses, and let his eyes focus when he put them on. Swinging his legs around the bed, he smiled at the Head Girl who stood before him. "Good morning, my lovely Lily," he greeted her, his voice crackling slightly.
Lily scowled at James and shook her head. "You don't realize this, Potter, but it's two-o-clock in the afternoon, therefore disqualifying your last statement." She counted on her fingers, and then crossed her arms exasperatedly. "You overslept six hours! Can you believe that? Who the bloody hell needs that much sleep?"
"Ooh, you're feisty," James laughed, standing up to face her. "I should call you Tiger Lily."
"How very clever of you," Lily replied, rolling her eyes at him. "You know, you're lucky it's the weekend or else I might not have covered for you at all."
"And that is one of the many reasons why I just love you." James rumpled his already-messy hair and grinned at her. "You do everything in your power so that I can keep my impressive figurehead position." He bent down to Lily's height and kissed her on the cheek.
Lily slapped James across the face, and headed toward the door. "I'm coming back in fifteen minutes," she announced, her voice all-business. "You'd best be ready by then. We've got our Head duties to attend to." She left the room.
"Yes, Mummy," James called to her, watching her figure disappear as the door swung shut behind her.
This was just another typical day, a day like any other. Both Lily and James, in their seventh and final year at Hogwarts, relived this scene nearly every day, as though it was part of a script they needed to perfect. The two had little in common – in fact, their personalities contrasted so deeply that it was difficult for either of them to get much accomplished.
Lily had strongly disliked James ever since the first day they met, on the train to Hogwarts. He and his friends had opted to sit with her group, and Lily could remember the first words he so eagerly said to her:
"Ooh- your hair is so red and pretty! Can I touch it?"
Although this was intended as a compliment, Lily had not taken it that way. For as long as she could remember, she had detested her red locks – in her opinion, they took too much attention away from her face. If she wanted anything to stand out, she would choose her emerald green eyes, as the shade was still uncommon, but she hated to see them paired with her vibrant hair color.
In response, then, Lily shot back sarcastically, "Ooh- your hair is so thick and messy! Can I comb it?"
As people would soon learn, James was the easier-going of the two of them. He had an untamed, unkempt head of hair, which he often rumpled in order to seem impressive – a quirk of his that even his friends questioned. A laidback person, even at the age of eleven, James smiled and leaned back in his seat.
"You should know," he said to her, a grin plastered on his face, "I like fiery redheads."
And that was the day that James received his first – but definitely not last – slap from Lily.
Over the years, the two were like this. They'd both been sorted into Gryffindor, and they had a few friends in common, so this made it increasingly difficult for them to avoid one another. It was a widely-known fact that James fancied Lily, but she would either ignore his attempts to woo her, or claim to take offense at them. In all honesty, Lily had harbored feelings for someone else.
When James and Lily were chosen as Head Boy and Head Girl at Hogwarts, Lily was both bewildered and aggravated to learn that she would have a title to share with him. To top that off, they would have even more in common – their living quarters. The Head Boy and Head Girl each had their own dormitories, but the two had to share a Common Room as well as a bathroom.
Now, in December, Lily and James were still adjusting to being forced together – James, of course, more willingly than Lily. This, they knew, was going to be a difficult year.
Author Note: So, what did you think? Short, I know, but did you like it? Dislike it? Never want to see it again? Just let me know if you're interested in reading more – I have a whole story planned out, and I'm waiting to know what your opinion was on this, before I keep writing. Reviews would be so nice – thanks for your time!