Seatplans

By MsWeiRd0

No summaries needed… Just read the story and give it a chance! Pleas don't forget to review, tell anything! Flames are always welcome.

Disclaimer: Once and for all, everybody in the world knows that the author, creator and grandmaster of the Harry Potter universe is JK Rowling. She is greatly to be credited for Albus Dumbledore's cunning wisdom and Sirius Black's wonderfully drop-dead good looks, and greatly to be blamed for Snape's greasy hair. Characters and plots not believed to be in the Harry Potter series are mine. So there, don't sue me.

Chapter One

Sixth year students began to wake up as the bright gleaming sunlight streamed through the frosted windows. Today was the second of September, first day of classes in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Lily Evans, a red-haired green-eyed sixteen-year old groggily sat up her bed and began rubbing her eyes. "What time is it?"

Nobody answered.

Stretching like a cat, Lily quickly made her bed and began waking the others. "Wake up! Hey guys! It's the first day of classes!"

"Five more minutes mum." Moaned a girl on a bed next to Lily's. Jessica Stam, tall, curvy, blonde and blue-eyed, she's dubbed as the living Barbie Doll.

"Ughh…" Lily gave up on her futile attempts to wake the allegedly sleeping cows, and stepped into the bathroom for a refreshing shower.

Minutes later, she stepped out clad in her underwear and a towel wrapped in her damp hair. All the girls were finally up, along with Jessica meticulously applying her make-up.

"Are you not planning to take a bath?" inquired Lily, obviously Jessica had not.

"None the matter. As if I hadn't taken one last night. Honestly, are you trying to ruin my hair?" Jessica asked, somewhat sarcastically. She was now gently and ever so carefully brushing her long softly-curled locks.

"Honestly, is your hair all you care about?" Asked one of their roommates. Clara Anne Harris was always thought to be the reasonable one, but really. Jessica thought she was born in the library.

"Unlike you, Clara, I for one think that hair is more important than books. You're going to have your hair forever, are you not? Books are merely parchment sewn together with words in it." Jessica retorted. Clara knew she was trying to be ridiculous, and decided to play along.

"Oh you're right Jess! Yes, my hair. My lovely beautiful hair. Oh no! This one's out of place! What would I do?" She mock-worried. "Honestly Jessica. You sound like bloody Sirius Black!"

"He has nice hair."

"So what?"

Lily rolled her eyes at the two girl's continuous bickering. Nothing was personal here, as they were the best of friends. But sometimes a little harmless fun is in place. "Now. If the two of you isn't quite yet finished, I'm going down and have breakfast."

"I'm coming with you!" said both the girls simultaneously.

The three of them made their way to the Great Hall with Jessica and Clara now arguing about which boy in Hogwarts had the most gorgeous hair, Lily in the middle.

"What about Andrew Finnigan? He has nice hair."

"No he doesn't."

"Philip Patil?"

"Nope"

"Arthur Weasley?"

"Too red. No offense Lily."

"None taken." Lily muttered absent-mindedly.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

"Please…"

"Ummm…Snape?"

"I've told you. No boy in the whole of England has better hair than Sirius Black!"

Suddenly, a tall boy with jet black shiny hair, very good-looking, was right beside them, grinning like there was no end. "Someone call me? The dashing Sirius Black is here." He was posing like a muggle superhero, with a few lower years staring at him.

"Go away Black." Jessica warded him off, while the now four of them made their way to Gryffindor table.

"Is that the way you treat me Jessica? Jess? Jessey? I'm hurt." Sirius pretended, at his very best, to look hurt. But ended up looking like a constipated monkey.

"Jessica, wait." For a while the three girls stopped. Never has Sirius Black talked that serious. Siriusly serious.

"Jessica," the boy started, while reaching out her hand, holding it "reverently" (as reverent as Sirius can be) with his two, "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked.

Jessica's heart was pumping. What in the wizarding world…?

"Sirius are you alright?" Asked Clara. Lily was to speechless to get involved.

"No Clara. I'm not alright." Sirius was looking at Jessica's eyes, whose gaze she held equally. "Everyday I've been keeping this, waiting for the right moment." He said melodramatically. "Jessica, I need to ask you something. Something really really big."

"Ooookaaayyy." Clara said, very slowly, and confusedly. Almost half the Gryffindor table was looking, as well as a few from Ravenclaw.

"And I need a serious answer. I just need a very honest answer. One that's from the bowels of your heart."

Lily desperately had to react. "Bowels. Of. Her. Heart. Sirius what are you t-"

"Sshhh…" By now almost the whole Great Hall quieted down, eyeing the scene between the two Gryffindors. A few girls were glaring at how Sirius was holding Jessica's hand, mainly because Sirius was a little popular. Just a little. So little that sometimes he'd find his comb missing, along with his scarf, quill, pillow, and a few boxers.

"Jessica, I need to know. My heart is aching for the truth. I trust you to give me an honest answer. Would you?"

Jessica, too dumbstruck for words, merely nodded.

"Oh Jessica. You don't know how long I've waited for this." He gently brought one hand on her chin and lifted her head up, so that his face was inches from hers.

Jessica's nerves were working overdrive. Blood was pumping in and out of her heart so fast, she couldn't comprehend just how she manages not to have a heart attack.

"Jessica, I need you to tell me…" Faces. Too close.

"Yes?" She managed a weak stutter.

"Tell me…" Sirius. Perfume. Good. Far too close.

"Yes?" She squeaked once more.

For once, in the absolute history of Hogwarts, there was complete and total silence. Even Professor McGonagall was astounded.

"What's your shampoo?" Sirius asked nonchalantly.

"What?"

"Shampoo Stam. Stuff you put on your hair." Sirius said.

Jessica broke free from him. "Sirius I swear I'm going to-" But her oath of possible future murder was cut off by a huge splashing sound.

Pitcher. Pumpkin Juice. Floating. Midair. Jessica's hair. Catastrophe. World War III.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jessica screamed as loud, and as piercingly high, as a girl could.

Meanwhile, nearby, on the other side of Gryffindor table, which isn't so far from Sirius and Jessica, a very messy-haired four-eyed monster, er glasses-wearing boy was protecting his eardrums from the shrill sound of Jessica's seemingly never-ending scream. Even the professors at the staff table were desperately trying to save their eardrums before they retire.

James was the name of the boy. Tall unruly-haired quidditch-playing good-looking bloody amazing James Potter. This boy practically had blue blood, belonging to one of the most respected families in Britain. His name was revered by almost every girl in Hogwarts, the ground he walked on worshipped. Was it mentioned he was extremely good-looking? And oh, Lily hates him with every fiber of her soul.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jessica was screaming nonstop. She was practically on the verge of tears. Nothing but her screech was heard.

When she finally stopped, Jessica really HAD tears about to fall from her eyes. She felt like slapping Sirius, so that's what she did.

The impact of her palm connecting to Sirius' cheek was so intense that echoes were almost heard, resounding the harsh, painful hit that was made for the first time.

"Oh Merlin." Clara managed to say, before rushing to follow a sobbing Jessica walking out of the hall.

Lily turned to Sirius, talking in a very upsetting, bitter tone that everybody heard. "Sirius, you've gone too far."

With a last withering hateful glare at James, Lily marched out of the hall.

And for once, the Marauders have indeed gone too far.