Lily Evans was currently sitting in Professor Dumbledore's office, so pissed off she literally thought the chair under her would catch fire and self destruct.

"But, sir, Potter?! He's...he's...an idiot! And immature! And...and...EVIL!" Lily spluttered indignantly. The power above could not really hate her this much. Dumbledore gazed at her over his half moon spectacles, his blue eyes twinkling merrily. Did he find this amusing? She clenched her fists. He looked like fucking Santa Clause on crack.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Evans, but it is for your own safety," he replied, clasping his hands together and laying them neatly on his desk.

"My safety!" Lily fumed. "He'll molest me in my sleep!" She groaned, rubbing her temples. My God, she was going to have to stay with..with..it.

"Ms. Evans, I'm sure you'll have your own room. I know you're an advanced enough witch to be able to place a few good locking charms on your door."

"So you agree with me," she exclaimed. "OH MY GOD. Has he said something to you? No, he wouldn't. Did you overhear him talking to his friends? I bet they were talking about molesting me! I'M STILL A VIRGIN." Lily abruptly snapped her mouth shut and blushed furiously, her cheeks turning almost as red as her hair. But when she looked up, the spark in his twinkling blue eyes had fizzled out.

"Ms. Evans," he spoke spoftly, but with a certain power that could command thousands. "I understand that you have certain qualms with Mr. Potter, but you must put that behind you. Voldemort is rising quickly in power and numbers, and you are not safe staying with your parents. We have taken them to a safe place, including your sister," Lily snorted but Dumbledore chose to ignore this, "and you can visit them before coming back after the summer. But for the summer holidays you cannot stay with them. Do you understand?"

"But, sir, please. I could just go stay with them in the safe house." She opened her mouth to keep begging but the look Dumbledore gave her made her stop and nod her head in resignation. "I can take care of it, sir. Thank you."

He gave her a nod and a small smile. Lily stood from her chair, smoothing down the pleated skirt that everyone had to wear, and walked with Dumbledore to the door. "Have a good night, Ms. Evans," He said, the twinkle glittering in his eyes once again. Returning the smile, she made her way down the winding staircase and heard his voice call after. She turned around. "While you're there, do try to have some fun. Happy holidays!" He waved merrily and chuckled, turning and shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The stairs continued moving downward and she couldn't help but laugh a little at the thought of fun and Potter being in the same sentence.

By the time Lily got back to the Fat Lady, she was fuming again. Potter had probably set this up somehow; he'd bribed Remus to convince them. Everyone loved Remus! "Gillyweed," Lily gritted out between clenched teeth. The Fat Lady gave her a wary look and swung open. As soon as she stepped into the room, she noticed Black and Remus sitting by the fire concentrating fiercely on what seemed to be a chess board. She stomped over to them. "Where is he?" she hissed. Remus's head jerked up and he wordlessly pointed in the direction of the Head Boy rooms. "Hey, Evans, you'd better not permanently damage my best friend!" Black shouted after her. She ignored him.

God damnit. She hated going in this door. James just had to be an arse. "James loves Lily." The door clicked and she slammed it open, finding James laying out on his bed looking at some Quidditch magazine while lazily flicking his wand to direct clothes into a trunk. "Hey, Lils," He said slowly, not bothering to look up.

"You!" she screeched, whipping out her wand and pointing it at him. He raised his head and stared at her. "You made him do it, didn't you?! You evil, egotistical, selfish git! I don't want to stay with you! I hate you! Oh God, I cannot believe this is happening to me. Why couldn't you just leave me alone?!" She glared at him, daring him to say something. The tip of her wand started emitting green sparks.

"Lily," James said softly. "I didn't tell them to make you stay with me. I didn't make Remus convince them either."

"You're lying! Everyone knows I hate you!" She yelled, waving her wand in his face as though it meant something important.

"Aww. You don't hate me! My heart would shrivel up and die, and I could live no longer if you hated me!" He exclaimed dramatically, pressing his hand to his heart for effect. She scrutinized him with blazing emerald eyes.

"That a promise, Potter?" She growled.

"I'm hurt, my love. I truly am."

"Go jump off a cliff."

"Anything for you, Lily!"

"God, I hate you," she groaned, flopping down on the floor. "But because this isn't magically going away like I hoped it would, we're setting some ground rules."

"We are?" Potter asked, arching an eyebrow.

"It's not up for questioning, Potter," She snapped. "If you want to talk to me, you knock on my door first. There must always be at least four feet between us. You can't sit next to me during any meals, and not once, NEVER, can you ever, in any way, touch me. Yes, touching me with objects you're holding counts."

He gaped at her. "But that's not fair! What if I refuse?"

"I will never speak or look at you again."

"Fine," he groaned. "But I do not like this."

She smirked. "Good." And then she proceeded to walk out of the room, slamming the door behind her and leaving James sitting there staring after her.