A/N: Teaser-shot! Starts here, but next chapters goes from the 'start' of Lily's story.Want to find out what happened after this awkward meeting? Give me a few minutes... Wait, a few months. The story'll show eventually. Although, if you prefer this single chapter on it's own, don't complain about me adding more ; This was my original intention...

On the with the show!

Prologue.

Lily trudged into the common room whilst aggressively pushing her hair behind each ear, having just lost her only hair-band moments ago to a rogue poltergeist named Peeves. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why he had snapped it, but all the same wasn't too thrilled with this new curtain of tresses obscuring her vision. Though, she did notice one thing through her auburn-vision; a slumbering figure stretched out over the threadbare couch and glasses askew, with the dying fire making haphazard light fall over him. A pleasant smile forced it's way through the façade of aggression, though this smile wasn't as forced as usual. 'He actually seemed peaceful and human while he was asleep,' she noted dulcetly, reminding herself to never use any of those words in the same sentence again.

Everyone had noticed a change in Potter, but doubtfully anyone had noticed the subtle differences. Perhaps he had embraced the role of Head Boy; perhaps he'd deflated his large ego over the holidays, or even given up his life-long ambition to humiliate Sev – Snape. Lily supposed many things, but she could even guess he was beaten with a large trout by owls; it all amounted to naught in the end. The only way she would get an answer to this pressing question of 'What happened?' was to ask him flat out. Something Lily didn't intend to ask so forwardly if she could help it.

Feeling a slight twinge in the back of her mind about how creepy she must've seemed; standing around in the common room in the dead of night, staring at her supposed arch-nemesis of six full years. This sparked another twinge

'What if someone does see me standing around?' Taking a quick look around the common room, checking that she was not about to be attacked by Alice, who seemed to appear at unfortunate times, she took cushioned steps towards Potter, still gnawing on her bottom lip absent-mindedly. 'I shouldn't, he's a toerag; a completely self-centered, hideous, cruel toerag with messy hair and a creepy dependence on me.' All her attempts at convincing herself he was a toerag failed dismally.

She sighed, crossing her arms tightly and stepping away from the back of the couch, her lip raw from chewing on it with such desperation. Taking one last look over her shoulder, Lily scoffed lightly, noticing how stretched his glasses were becoming. His huge head was sliding down the pillow. Without realizing, Lily stepped towards Potter once more, plucking the glasses from his face and placed them gingerly on the table. This was quite a feat, having to lean quickly heavily on the back of the couch. All she could do was hope that she didn't slip or –

A muttered slur came from Potter, sounding a lot like 'Lily'.

Lily was not usually the cursing type, but now freely let a string of weak swear words pour from her mouth, while trying to stand up straight. She only succeeded in her hand slipping and almost surely crushing Potter's ribcage, with all the weight she had on that one hand.

The next few events happened in rapid succession, Lily was almost sure she had received whiplash.

First, her prediction of crushing his ribcage was more or less correct, causing him to double over in surprise and obvious pain. As he sat up so quickly, Lily was sent forwards over him and skidded across the small table beside the couch, stopping mere inches away from the fireplace, which continued to crackle merrily, as if blissfully unaware that it had almost burned all of Lily's hair off. The two sat in unnerving silence for a few moments, before James finally spoke.

'Lily,' he said hesitantly, obviously unsure if had actually seen the petite redhead fly across the room.

Lily was still lying across the floor in front of the fire, hoping he had forgotten she was there. Clearly he hadn't. 'Yes?' she replied, not making any movement to sit up.

'What – Why -' he stuttered for a moment, clearly unsure what to address first. She heard him take a deep breath, before he took a second attempt, 'Why were you lying on me?'

Lily sat up quickly, shooting a nasty look at Potter, 'Potter, I was not lying on you.'

'Then what?' he asked, his tone not confused anymore, simply amused at absolutely nothing.

'I was -' She began with a frown, 'you were going to break your glasses if you slept on them. So I took them off for you and I was trying to put them on the table, but you had to scare me.'

James's head snapped towards her, his eyebrows furrowed together, 'Excuse me? I didn't scare you. I was sleeping and the next thing I know someone punched me in the stomach.' She complained, rubbing his stomach gingerly.

Lily was standing up now, straightening her robes and looking down her long nose at Potter, 'That's the last time I try and do something nice for you,' she whispered harshly, remembering it was late at night.

James was now standing as well, looking slightly bemused, 'If you think punching people is nice, I don't want to know what you consider mean.' He smirked, though Lily wasn't sure why. It was hardly a smart comment.

Not knowing how to respond, she turned on her heel and strode around the table, couch and prat, making a beeline for the girls' dormitories. It was not until she was secure behind her curtained four-poster bed that she let herself turn off the bitter exterior, and then allow herself to blush and think how stupid she must've looked flying over him and onto the floor. Anyone who knew Lily, knew she wasn't graceful at the best of times, so in such a precarious position... It took all her moral fiber to keep herself from recoiling into a giggling mass of goop, and she didn't want to know why.

There was one positive to the whole situation; she had seen a nicer side to Potter. A frail smile spread across her features and was lulled to sleep by these peaceful thoughts of him being more than a stupid prat.