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Note: Hope you enjoy. Just a little fanfic that I felt like writing. I've been reading like 5 billion HP fanfics a day, so I figured I'd write my own, fill in holes that I'd found, etc. Please Review. Also, note that I tried to make this as accurate as possible. (Thank gods for the Harry Potter Wiki!) If I failed at all in this respect, please let me know. I pride myself on accuracy.
Lily got on the train, waved good-bye to her parents, one last time, and headed down the train, lugging her bag.
"Lily!" cried one of her friends, Mary Macdonald.
Lily headed toward her brunette, rosy-cheeked friend, and entered the compartment. She saw that her other friends were there, too; Alice, plump and brown haired, sitting by the window. Sofia, a vivacious blond with snapping green eyes sat across from her. Next to Alice was Eleanor, who despite her cute-sy name had black hair that she wore in her face and pronounced opinions that she shared with anybody who asked (and quite a few who didn't ask.)
"Get in here!" beckoned Sofia, bouncing out of her seat to help Lily shove her suitcase onto the rack, next to Alice's.
"How was your summer, Lily?" asked Alice.
"Fine. Petunia got a summer job, so I could do my homework in peace." Said Lily, sitting next to Mary, across from the remaining empty seat.
"I can't believe it's our last year!" exclaimed Mary.
"Yeah." Said Lily. "N.E.W.T. year."
"Aw, c'mon, Lily," Whined Sofia, reaching behind Mary to nudge Lily. "N.E.W.T.s are only one little part of this year. Let's enjoy it!"
"If we don't know the material, stressing isn't going to help us." Eleanor, who was lounging across two seats, agreed with her best friend.
"Do you think they'll be hard?" fretted Alice, who was a nervous test taker.
Eleanor gave Alice a look of pity.
"Of course. They're N.E.-"
"I'm sure they're not as bad as they sound." Put in Mary for Alice's benefit.
The train jolted just then, and Lily's suitcase crashed to the floor, narrowly missing hitting Eleanor on the head.
"Karma!" laughed Sofia, kneeling down to help Lily re-pack her scattered clothes and books.
"Yeah. Sorry, Alice." amended Eleanor, glaring at her best friend.
"Damn.' Swore Lily, examining the binding on her several year old copy of Hogwarts, a History, which was already falling apart. She carefully replaced it, and was re-folding a light blue camisole when the door to their compartment swung open.
"Al right, Evens?" asked the voice of the last person she wanted to see now, or ever.
Okay, she amended to herself. There were probably people she hated more than James Potter. There was always You-Know-Who, of course, And Sev- Snape. But she didn't have time to think right now, because James Potter, one of her top three most despised people, was standing there, holding one of her bras and grinning immaturely.
"Give me that!" She snapped, snatching for it, but Potter was several inches taller than her, and he held it up, teasingly.
"Go out with me, Evans?" he asked for the billionth time.
Lily was mad. No, not mad. Furious. She glared at Potter.
"No. For the last time, No!"
"So does that mean that the next time I ask, you answer will be 'yes'?"
"No!" shrieked Lily, her wand out.
"Accio!" The undergarment came soaring toward her, and landed neatly in her trunk.
"You asked her out, didn't you?" Sirius Black was leaning against their doorway, as nonchalantly handsome as ever. "Bad luck, Prongs. Maybe she'll say yes next time. Five thousand and first time lucky?" he grinned, and Lilly thought she heard Sofia give a sharp intake of breath.
"Shove off, Black." Eleanor told her ex. Like many, she had gone out with Sirius, and was now immune to his charms.
Lily's wand was still out. She used it to levitate her bag firmly onto the rack.
"Anything from the trolley?" asked the trolley lady, pulling up behind the two boys.
"Yeah. I'll have—" Lily shut the door as James and Sirius turned their backs, and latched the door.
"Hey! I was going to get something!" protested Eleanor.
"Get it when Potter and Black leave." Advised Mary. "Lily's about to explode."
Indeed, Lily's face was red from shouting as she sat back and closed her eyes.
There was a knocking at the window. Lily looked up, and saw Potter holding up a cauldron cake and pointing in turn from it to Lilly.
Lily rolled her eyes and Alice giggled.
"He's sweet! I wish Frank had courted me like that!" referring to her boyfriend. They had gotten together at the beginning of last year, and were pretty much going steady.
"You have no idea how annoying it is when you're not interested, Al." Said Lily, ignoring Potter.
"But, why aren't you interested, Lily?" asked Alice.
"Yeah. Potters one of the hottest guys in our year." Agreed Sofia, grinning.
"Potter is an immature, arrogant, obnoxious—why are you laughing?" demanded Lily, as her friends burst into giggles.
"It's nothing—just—you—oh hahaha!" attempted Mary, giving into fits of hysteria.
There was another knock on the door. Lily whirled around, expecting to see Potter, and was disappointed to see that she was right.
Lily glared at him, but Potter grinned and pointed to a badge on his robe. It said HB.
Lily swore again. His badge matched the one on her robes—she had changed as she got on the train.
Lily got up and opened the door, closing it on another wave of giggles.
Potter grinned and tried to take her arm. She snatched it away and stalked toward the Prefect's box. Angry at herself, for forgetting that she had to brief the Prefects with the Head Boy, angry that said Head Boy was James Potter, and angry at her friends, for embarrassing her like that.
"Alright." She growled between clenched teeth as they reached the Prefects box.
"Just tell them that they have to patrol the hallways in shifts, to be decided and posted within a day and set them loose on the hallways." She muttered an improvised plan to Potter.
"Sounds good." He said, cheerfully.
Lily took a breath and opened the door.
"Welcome, Prefects. Here's the plan…" she announced.
When Lily was done briefing the prefects, and Potter was done lounging in a chair and staring at her, she waited until all the prefects had exited, threw a glare in Potter's direction—he was ruffling his hair, as usual—and turned on her heel with a humph.
When she got back to her compartment, she found that her friends had made their visit to the candy trolley. They were munching on Every Flavor Beans and Licorice Wands.
When Lily entered, Alice tittered a bit, but from the look that Eleanor gave her, the joke was getting old. In Lily's opinion, the joke had been old before it had started.
"How'd it go? Asked Eleanor.
"It could have been worse. Head Boy could have been… say… Mulciber." Lily glanced at Mary, whose eyes flashed. Mulciber had hexed her pretty badly a few years ago, and would have gotten away with it, but had mysteriously come down with chronic boils that no one seemed to be able to get rid of. (Lily suspected that Eleanor and Sofia were behind it, but had never brought it up.)
The subject was quickly dropped, and they continued to talk, Lily leaned back and chewed on a licorice wand. Yes... there were worse people in the world than Potter.