A/N: This story starts right after winter break, in Lily/ The Marauders' sixth year.

Snape is out of the picture :P

Disclaimer: In anywhere except my hopes and dreams, I do not own Harry Potter nor do I claim to be the fabulous J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 1

"Sod off, you prick!" I yelled as I was hit by a glob of tart thrown by none other than James Potter.

Potter's jaw dropped when he saw my soiled robes. "Evans, I-"

"Save it," I seethed. He was going to pay.

I glanced around the room. Potter and his infamous Marauders were doubled over in laughter, as were others. This is what I get for coming to a Quidditch party I told myself. Potter had decided it would be funny to start a food fight. Of course some Gryffindor sixth year- I have no desire to know who- had ducked when he had picked up a piece of treacle tart.

I pulled out my wand and Potter flinched. "Don't piss yourself, Potter, I was merely cleaning my robes." I jabbed at him.

"Evans, I thought you'd know me well enough to be aware that I'm not usually piss drunk until a few hours into the party." He shot back.

After muttering "Scourgify", I straightened. "Ah, but Potter, I don't stalk you obsessively, unlike some others I could mention" I said, looking pointedly in the direction of the fourth year girls giggling over every word Potter said. That shut them up for a few minutes.

One of my best friends, Marlene McKinnon, grabbed my arm. "C'mon, Lily- he's not worth it." She said, leading me up to our dormitory.

"Oh, he's such an arrogant BIGHEAD!" I complained.

Marlene giggled. "Of course he is, but you can't let that bother you."

"I won't. Give me a minute to change, and I'm going back downstairs." I didn't want to admit it to Marlene, but I was sick of wearing my school robes. It was the weekend, for goodness sakes! I looked through my wardrobe, contemplating on shirt choices. "What about this one?" I asked Marlene, holding up a V-necked, purple sweater. "Perfect" she said. "Wear a pair of dark jeans and black flats."

I rooted through the wardrobe and managed to scrounge up the recommended items. "Good idea. With a long silver necklace?" I asked her.

"Mhmm" she said, helping herself to my jewelry box and pawing through it. "How 'bout this one?" Marlene asked me.

"How 'bout what?" said Mary Macdonald, coming up the stairs. Mary was one of my closest friends.

"This silver necklace- you know the one that Jack gave her for Christmas?" Marlene said, clipping it around my neck. It was a nice necklace- a woven chain with a metal knot hanging on the end, and, er- diamonds on it.

"Yes, Lily, we're all jealous of your super perfect boyfriend, no need to flaunt it" Mary said teasingly. Mmm. Jack was perfect, in a sense. Maybe I should wear the necklace downstairs, just to spite Potter.

"Oh, alright, I'll wear it. But Jack's not even here." I said with a slight frown upon my face. He must be in his dormitory, I thought. My heart skipped a beat whenever someone mentioned Jack Lawrence- he was a Ravenclaw seventh year, smart, on the Quidditch team (Keeper. And, um, Captain), thoughtful, and well, attractive (to say the least). We'd been dating since the beginning of the school year.

"Ready to go downstairs?" Marlene asked us.

"Yes." I said, brushing my hair for another second. She looked at me and I put the hairbrush down.

We chatted as we made our way down the stairs. I looked at my watch- 7:30. The Quidditch match- Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff- had ended about forty-five minutes ago, and by now, the celebration would be in full swing. This, of course, meant drinking, snogging, and drama/scandal in general.

As I descended the staircase, I looked around and saw Jack talking to some Gryffindor seventh years and a few Ravenclaws. I smiled and hurried down the rest of the steps, making my way across the common room. I felt Potter's eyes on my, staring at my necklace, and hurried over to Jack.

I thought it was somewhat of a boring chapter, yes- but I promise it will get more exciting!