Author's Note: SEQUEL! I'm not quite done with the second chapter, but I decided to heck with it all the same. This first chapter of the sequel is dedicated to madeofawesomeness who came up with the title in the first place. Thanks to all who reviewed the prequel and voted for the sequel. So, a couple things to announce.

1. This is a reminder to everybody that I am a beta reader and I do have time on my hands. That's code for: absolutely nothing is going on in my life and I need to kill some time, so please help me by giving me a story to beta.

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Monday, April 21
Transfiguration

Mum just wrote me the other day and asked if I was still writing in here. That's when I remembered I haven't been writing in my manly journal for almost a month. But I'm making a comeback with it and it's manlier than ever. Well, I'd like to believe that, anyway. Perhaps I should brush up on a few points that have been happening this school year.

This Saturday, Gryffindor is competing for the Quidditch Cup against Ravenclaw.

My desire to win is only fueled by the fact that Samuel Craig, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, hates me. Only because his mate Davies hates me as well. He's gotten to be a possessive bugger lately. If I say one word to his girlfriend, Annie Simmons, he nearly pops an artery. Plus, I don't think he ever got over the fact that Lily only went out on that one date with him to make me jealous. Which brings me to point number three.

Lily is currently avoiding me.

I'm not sure what I did this time around, but I must have done something. The only problem is, I'm a bloke and it's not always obvious what we did to anger our girlfriends. The worst part is: they won't tell us for days! So we're left to ponder what we did wrong and when they do finally tell us, it's not what we were thinking at all.

Well, I'm fed up with it. If Lily's mad at me then she can drag herself over to me and tell me why. I'm not going to trail after her and beg her to forgive me for whatever horrible thing I did.

Later
Charms

What did I do?!-JP

James?-LE

Yes. Who else in seventh year has the same initials?

Oh.

Yes, oh. Now could you please tell me what I did wrong so I'm not following you around for the next few days and begging before you finally give in and tell me?

I'm not mad! I feel a little put out, but not mad.

Oh. That's all?

Yes. That's all.

Oh, that's a relief that it's only something unimportant and stupid.

Unimportant and stupid?

Er…

For your information it is NOT unimportant and stupid!

I know, sorry. Slip of the tongue. Well since it's not either of those, could you tell me why you're mad?

No!

So you admit you're mad?

Well now I'm downright irritated!

Would you please just tell me so I can apologise for whatever I did properly?

No. I feel rather stupid for being mad about it anyway. I'll get over it. Just give me a little time, OK?

Fine, I understand. Are you coming down to the pitch to watch our practice tonight?

…I don't know, James. I do have a bit of work to get done.

Bring it with you. Please?

You and the team would be too big of a distraction for me and I would be too big of a distraction for you.

You aren't normally. You actually help me practice better most of the time when I see you there.

I have work.

…I guess it won't kill me if you stay in from one of our practices. Do you want me to meet you afterwards?

If I'm still in the Common Room, then feel free to join me.

That's all I'm asking for right now.

Later
Defense Against the Dark Arts

Last year at Hogwarts.

NEWTs are approaching.

Yeah, honestly, Professor, we've been told all of this before from all of our other instructors. We don't need to hear it again.

Later
Potions

Lily has to be more than a little put out. Usually, she has absolutely no problem with me holding her hand in this class, or playing with a strand of her hair, or running my hand along her thigh, or-

Sorry, got carried away there.

Well, she usually has no problem with any of that. Well today, when I slipped my hand under her robes to rub circles on her back she immediately reached back and pinched the skin on my hand hard. Needless to say, I extracted it at the drop of a hat. Then she proceeded to scoot her chair a few inches away from me.

And she's the one feeling put out? I don't even know what I did to make her feel put out and it's making me downright miserable. If she's upset with me, why doesn't she just bloody spit it out? I don't care if the reason sounds stupid, so long as she tells me so I can find some way of making it all better.

I may not be a Healer but I am her boyfriend. Can't she let me be that even when she's mad?

No, apparently not.

She started seeming a little distant Saturday. She was still around me a lot of the day, but it's like she wasn't there. Like she was expecting something. Though what she could've been expecting is beyond me. Then Sunday she avoided me all together, even at meals.

She joined me for breakfast this morning, though. She said nothing the whole time and she still hasn't spoken a word to me all day. The notes from Charms don't count since she was just writing, not speaking.

This is frustrating. Even more frustrating is knowing that I'll hardly see her all week except for our usual study sessions on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Gryffindor has been practicing on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays since Hufflepuff and Slytherin were eliminated from the running for the Quidditch Cup.

That's why she's been coming out to watch our practices so she can actually see me, even if she can't talk to me. It's comforting to both of us.

This will be resolved, though. At least, I hope it will be.

Later
Boy's Dormitory

I let Quidditch out twenty minutes early today. Though some people couldn't understand why I was doing that so close to the Quidditch Cup, two people understood. Sirius and Dorcas, to be clear.

Dorcas has no idea why Lily was being distant either so she couldn't help me figure it out. Sirius knows I've been concerned all day so he just rolled his eyes at me when I ended practice. I made sure to take a quick shower in the locker room and put on some of the cologne Lily got me for Christmas (I overheard her telling her friends that she likes how I look and smell when I've just showered. Odd, I know, but I was desperate at this point).

After being delayed for just a short time by some rowdy second years from Hufflepuff (I took five points off each from them) I climbed through the portrait hole and spotted Lily lounging on the couch by the fire, her back turned towards me. I walked over and sat down next to her. She looked surprised. Clearly, she had been planning on escaping before I came and wasn't expecting me back so soon.

"I let practice out early," I told her before she could ask. "We were all getting exhausted." I leaned over to kiss her, but she turned her head so I got her cheek instead. She looked back down at her book while I played with a strand of her hair. I glanced down at the page and saw the name Mr. Darcyand I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

She was reading Pride and Prejudice again. I tried to read that book all the way through just for her, I really did. But it's a girl book through and through so I failed at my attempt. I watched her read through several chapters (they were all relatively short) before I spoke again.

"Could you please tell me what I did wrong?" I asked her in a low voice, placing my hand on her face and caressing her cheek with my thumb. She closed her book and turned her face away, screwing her eyes and mouth shut tight. I reached out again and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Lily. Please," I begged in a whisper. She gave a long shuddering sigh. I could tell she was trying to keep her emotions and voice in check.

"It's stupid," she muttered, nearly inaudible.

"I don't care," I told her. "Besides, nothing you could say would sound stupid to me." Lily thought about this for a while before turning back to face me, though she kept her eyes down.

"What was the date on Saturday?" she asked me quietly. This was not what I was expecting, but I answered her anyway.

"The nineteenth," I told her promptly. She nodded.

"Just think back to all the other months of the school year and see if the nineteenth stands out in any of the months," Lily told me. I did as she said and went into deep thought. March, nothing. February, nothing. January, nothing. December, nothing. November, nothing. October, no-

Oh, shit.

The nineteenth of October. That's when Lily and I began going out. Ever since then I had been giving her some kind of present or taking her out to Hogsmeade on a date every time we had been going out for another month. And I had missed the half-year mark.

"Oh, Lily," I began, fully realising what she was upset about. I stopped when she started crying.

"I-I told you it w-was st-stupid!" she told me between her gasps for breath. I'm glad to say that I have gotten much better at comforting upset girls since dating Lily so I didn't hesitate to put my arms around her and cradle her against my chest.

"It's fine," I tried to tell her, but she cut me off again.

"I s-sound like a stupid, spoiled girl," she told me. I chuckled at that.

"Well, sorry, that's my fault. I'm the one that spoils you constantly. You deserve to be spoiled, anyway. Though perhaps I've been overdoing the spoiling just a tad."

My fake musings worked. Lily laughed. We sat there for a while. I tried to promise her that I'd take her out this weekend, but she told me that wouldn't be allowed because she knew that all of Gryffindor would be celebrating winning the Cup all weekend and the Captain of all people couldn't slip away from that.

"Well what if we don't win?" I challenged. Lily scoffed.

"Please! You'll win and you know it," she accused prodding a finger into my chest. We were now lying on our sides across the couch, entangled in each other's arms. It was late and nobody was in the common room so I was confident that nobody was about to intrude. I continued to stroke Lily's hair, smiling softly.

"So am I forgiven for my lapse in memory?" I asked her. Lily nodded.

"Of course. Am I forgiven for abusing the privilege of being spoiled?"

"Being spoiled is a right, not a privilege," I amended. Lily continued to look at me. "Fine," I sighed, giving in.

Smiling, she leaned forward to kiss me on the lips. Instead of being a simple peck, the kiss lingered and deepened. My tongue slipped into her mouth and I rolled us over so that Lily was on top of me. One hand around her waist and the other braided in her hair. Both of Lily's hands were working furiously through my hair. My hand around her waist slowly inched down to the hem of her shirt and then slipped under it. I paused there for a moment, waiting for her to reach back and slap my hand away. She had been doing that every time we've snogged for the past six months. But when she kept kissing me, I assumed that it was fine. My hand traveled upward, carefully tracing her spine with just the tips of her fingers. She broke away and giggled.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Nothing. That tickles is all," she said offhandedly and went right back to kissing me. I didn't argue with her. I placed my hand flat on her back and continued to travel upward, slowly.

A loud bang of a door slamming from one of the dormitories above made Lily and I rip open our eyes and jump apart, sitting on opposite ends of the couch. We both would've been embarrassed if we had been caught like that. Lily more than me, but still I just got her to start snogging me again so I kind of want to keep it that way. After a minute of pure silence, we both relaxed and started smoothing out our clothes and hair.

"So, er, I take it we're going to bed, then?" I questioned. Lily nodded, her cheeks bright pink from the thought of the embarrassment she would've endured if she had been caught. She bent down and picked up her book. I walked her over to the girl's dormitory staircase (a little difficult considering my glasses were at their foggiest. I had to remember to take them off when we were snogging.)

"I'll see you in the morning," I promised, cleaning off my glasses. "Unless there's another thing you're mad at me for that I should be aware of."

"Well you have yet to give me a compliment," she mused jokingly.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever had the pleasure of knowing," I told her. She turned bright red again. "I promise to make it up to you." Lily sighed.

"You don't have to. It was a stupid thing for me to get upset over."

"I want to make it up to you," I corrected. She rolled her eyes.

"Fine, you pushy Head Boy," she grumbled. I bent down and kissed her for a brief moment.

"Sweet dreams," I whispered. "Though, if any of those dreams are about Darcy and not me, you'll have some explaining to do," I warned. Lily laughed and ascended the stairs to the girl's staircase before I turned went to my own dormitory.

Tuesday, April 22
Muggle Studies

Have I ever mentioned that you and Lily are entirely nauseating when you make up from a row?

Sirius, give him a break. He's miserable when they are fighting so what would you rather have: miserable James or happy James?

I'm not entirely sure I like either of them. One's useless, the other one makes you vomit.

Oh, shut up.

So how much of that making up time was devoted to snogging?

Why so red, Prongs?

I'm not going to answer that question! What makes you think I'd tell you something like that? It'd upset Lily!

So, a lot of it then?

Shut. Up.

Well obviously a lot of that time was devoted to it because he came up to the dormitory not long after I slammed that door.

Wait, that was you? You were spying on me?

No. I had just noticed that you hadn't come back up to the dormitory yet so either you had fallen asleep, you were busy talking, or you were snogging Lily.

Why you little-

Ha, I knew I was right!

You know, call me crazy, but it might not be the greatest thing for a Captain and a Beater to get into a fight just days before the final for the Quidditch Cup.

Who cares?

You two will when you're stuck in detention and all of Gryffindor hates you for landing yourselves in detention the day of the Quidditch Cup.

Later
Transfiguration

Are you looking for something to put you in high spirits and make you forget all your worries and woes? Well then, you should avoid turning the Wizarding Wireless on.

I went to the common room with Sirius, Remus, and Peter for our free period after Muggle Studies and somebody had left a Wireless on. I grinned for a moment at it when I saw it and sat down at a table with Sirius to plan out more strategies for our game this Saturday.

"You mind background music while we work?" I asked Sirius. He shrugged and Moony, before I had a chance to get up, turned up the volume from the low hum they had left it on. I instantly regretted it. They hadn't left music on.

"…and some more casualties today in a small town west of London occurred at the hands of the followers of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A Muggle family, the last known relatives of Muggle-born Ministry of Magic worker Patrick O'Donnell and O'Donnell himself were found dead in their homes by Muggle authority figures. The Muggle family, consisting of a man, his wife, and two daughters aged four and nine, were killed instantly. There were signs of a struggle at O'Donnell's residence, suggesting he put up a brave fight before he was killed-"

Remus turned the Wireless off and sat back down at the table where Sirius, Peter, and I remained silent, still reflecting on the words of the latest casualty in this long war. Eight years and counting.

"Every other damn day," I muttered, gesturing towards the Wireless. Sirius shook his head.

"Just ignore it, mate," he told me, brushing it off as if more people dying were nothing.

"Ignore it?!" I sputtered, indignant. "People are dying and you tell me to ignore it?!"

"James, we're in school," Remus reminded me. "We still have almost two months before we graduate. For now, we have to ignore it because there's nothing we can do about it."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "So you're telling me that you're perfectly alright with the fact that innocent people are dying right and left?" Remus glared right back.

"Of course not," he said in a low voice. "No sane person in this entire castle is perfectly fine with that."

"My Mum is good friends with that O'Donnell bloke," Peter interjected, also looking upset with me. "It makes me plenty pissed too, but I know I can't do a thing. Trust me I want to do something about it but unlike you, I recognise that I can't."

"Wake up and smell the coffee, James," Sirius muttered. "As long as we go to school here, there's nothing we can do. Nothing."

"I know that, but I still-oh, what are you staring at?" I broke off, looking behind Sirius' shoulder. Those nosy paintings again. They made a hasty retreat when they had been caught, however. "I know that," I began again, "but that doesn't stop me from wanting to do something about it."

"Well we'll start small. For instance," he pushed a chart of the Quidditch pitch to me, "let's start with the Cup on Saturday."

I stared at the chart for a long while, trying to recollect my thoughts from earlier before I had heard the Wireless. "Ravenclaw is rather tricky this year. Their Chasers like to do this looping thing. It's very disorienting. We need to find a way around that; a defense mechanism or something."

"Bludgers?" Remus suggested, glancing over at Sirius.

"I'd hit somebody from Gryffindor by accident if I tried that," he pointed out.

So our argument over the best strategies began.

Later
Boy's Dormitory

The tutoring sessions between Lily and myself have ceased to be tutoring sessions and are now review sessions for our upcoming N.E.W.T.s. The sessions have also moved them to the common room. We're helping each other fine tune things over the past couple of years. I even had Mum send me some of my old notes and I spent a while last night (after Lily and I went to bed last night, obviously) recopying them for her. My handwriting was rather sloppy on most of it and took me some time to decipher and Lily and L.E. was scrawled across many of the pages.

She was rather impressed by all the work I had done, but became concerned the moment she learned I lost sleep over it.

"It was nothing, Lils," I promised her. "No need to be so concerned. The sleep deprivation was self-inflicted."

She remained unmoved. "You still shouldn't have done all that for me," she sighed, but looking delighted at all the notes. I shrugged.

"It was nothing." I tried to hide my yawn, but she noticed anyway. "I'm fine," I insisted. "Study those. They'll help. Let me know if you need any more help going over the theories some of them are confusing."

"Thank you for doing all of this for me," Lily said sincerely. Then she briefly kissed me. That's the one great thing about having Lily as a girlfriend. Whenever she's happy or I make her happy, she'll just lean over and kiss me for no particular reason other than to thank me.

"Happy to help," I told her, grinning. Then I started flipping through the parchment she had made for me for Charms. "Are you sure that I need to know all of this?" I asked skeptically.

Lily shrugged. "It doesn't hurt to cover all the material. You may not look over something and then it turns out to be worth a large amount of your grade when the N.E.W.T.s come around."

I nodded. She had a point, as usual.

"So, are you coming to the game on Saturday?" I asked, putting the notes down next to me and wrapping my arm around Lily. She reached across me to put her notes on top of mine and wrapped both her arms around me, tucking her head under mine.

"When have I not come to a game of yours this year?" she challenged. "Of course I'll be there and I'll be watching the whole time. Cross my heart."

"Good," I replied, smiling into her hair. "So how are things with the Evans family?"

"Alright, I suppose. Mum and Dad are great as ever. Mum keeps on getting a cold or the flu a lot lately. My brother-in-law finally got off his lazy arse and got himself a job. He and my sister will be getting a house soon."

"What's he do?"

"Something where he sits on his arse all day and yells at people on the telephone. It's kind of like what he does with the television but he gets paid for it."

"Oh, wow. That sounds like everybody's dream job," I said sarcastically. Lily looked up at me.

"Explain the function of the telephone," she told me. I groaned.

"Why do you have to ruin the time we're not studying with mentioning schoolwork?"

"Well, you ruined it first by making me bring up my sister."

Touché.

Wednesday, April 23
Muggle Studies

Tensions between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are increasing as we get closer to the Cup. Not just between the teams, but the students as well. I had to resist the urge to not break up a fight between a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor (the Gryffindor was winning) but I broke it up and sent them to Flitwick and McGonagall in addition to take off ten points each. I've been concerned for my teammates as well and advised them to walk in groups. It's like the accusations that somebody on the Gryffindor Quidditch team slipped those Ice Crabs down Regulus' trousers all over again.

To be fair, they weren't on the team when they did that.

Lily, however, who used to be the least enthusiastic when it came to upcoming Quidditch games, is showing her support for Gryffindor. She's been wearing gold ribbons in her hair every day and some black knee socks with the Gryffindor coat of arms sewn on there. She's also enchanted each feather on her quills to turn red and gold. She's probably only doing it mostly for my benefit, but she does seem to enjoy it. She hardly even cares about my Quidditch ramblings at breakfast with Sirius and Dorcas.

"We'll hardly even have to play," I told Dorcas and Sirius. "We're so ahead of them points wise that the game hardly matters. Just go in there, catch the snitch, and then head back to the common room to celebrate."

"Well we could prolong the game a little bit," Sirius suggested. Dorcas nodded.

"It couldn't hurt," she interjected.

"I see your point." I rubbed my chin for a moment, thinking. "Well, we wouldn't want to disappoint with a lousy performance. We should try a little and give Gryffindor something to cheer about."

Lily playfully nudged me. "Don't be a show-off," she implored.

"I'm not being a show-off. I just want to give the good people of Gryffindor a real reason to celebrate. An easy victory, that's just boring. If we add a little drama, we'll have the best damn celebration party in this whole castle."

"We shouldn't even be having a celebration party, anyway," Lily pointed out. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, please, you didn't stop them as a Prefect, you're not about to stop them now. Especially when you enjoy them so much."

Lily rolled her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder. I took that to mean that I was right on the mark with my guess.

Another Author's Note!: So here's a look at what's to come with the sequel:

1. James and Lily are getting a little more heated, aren't they? Don't worry, this will stay a T rating. If you guys ever think it should be bumped up, however, I will be happy to oblige if it's a good number of you who believe that.

2. No Quidditch scene. Unless you are highly objected to that. (PLEASE BE ALRIGHT WITH NO QUIDDITCH SCENE!)

3. Who caught the little foreshadowing in the note passing between James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter in the last note they passed in Muggle Studies in chapter nineteen of the sequel? I know for sure one of you did. Take a guess at this one.

4. Well, I killed off one of Harry's grandparents in the prequel...

And other things that I will not reveal to you at this time, but I will make you wait for. Enjoy and review!