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Title: To Catch the Golden Snitch.

Summary: What James Potter never understood the game of women, Lily Evans never understood him. But there's bound to be at least one thing she can like about him and he's out to catch the Golden Snitch.

Chapter One. Fueds and Apologies.

Part One.

(p.o.v.) James Potter.

"Mates, our last year at Hogwarts," Padfoot spread out his hands and a glowing grin on his face, in fact, his face seemed to be glowing too.

Remus and me just frowned at him sideways.

"Fine, fine, fine," Padfoot let his hands drop, "Don't share my happiness, be snotty gits."

I shook my head and pushed my cart toward the train, "You can be happy, but I happen to have to spend at least the first hour of this journey with Miss Head Girl Evans – who, might I remind you, hates my 'snotty' guts – in the prefect compartment discussing seriously the-"

"I got the point," Sirius said urgently, he's been complaining about me going on about how miserable I am going to be! I was not complaining all the way here! Okay, I complained some of the way here! But not all the way here!

Moony added, "And might I mention, not only did I have to listen to his complaining all the way here, I happen to be a prefect and have to be at this meeting."

I did not complain all the way-!

"Well, I'm glad I get a break from his endless babbling," Sirius sighed and took his truck and cat cage off his trolley and got on the train.

I did not babble! I do not baaa-!

Moony slapped my back and motioned to the train with his owl cage. Did I see him shacking his head and biting back a smile as he did that? But I followed him onto the train.

What was he smiling about!

"Potter! Don't leave these trolleys blocking the way onto the train!" An unmistakable voice of Lily Evans yelled from behind me.

He could of told me she was behind me! Moony! Calls himself a friend! Ugh!

"As you wish, Miss Head Girl," I bowed lowly to her and took out my wand, pointed to the three trolleys and imagined them zooming away.

And they did, they came very close to knocking down the Head Girl – who gave a very high pitched squeak for my satisfaction.

"My pleasure, Miss Head Girl," I bowed again, picked up my things and grinned at Moony and Padfoot, who were shacking to keep from laughing.

(p.o.v.) Lily Evans.

Oh! Oh! Oh! No one on Earth will ever make me believe he did that on accident! No! No! No! No!

"Good morning, Miss Evans," Potter made me leap in my steps. I didn't even notice he was there stalking behind me! Why does he DO that! I heard myself scream in my head.

"Don't do that!" I glared at him over my shoulder, "Don't walk next to me!" I barely finished as he smoothly stepped in next to me.

"We got off the wrong start this morning, how about we start over?" He said in a deep masculine voice that I knew wasn't his usual, he only used that one on me.

"When do we get off the right start, Potter? Just a moment ago you gave me a heart attack on purpose! Is that your idea of a right start! No, thank you! Besides, Potter, I prefer no starts of any kind with you at all!"

"I gave you a heart attack by my being polite? Why, Evans, I'll do that more often then!" He grinned and I gave him one of my killer glares.

Which one does he mean to do more often? The scaring creeping behind me and speaking to the back of my head thing? Or being polite? For that matter… I let a little smile slip on my lips, "Potter," I said in dangerously sweet tone – his grin came off as fast as water rushes down from a waterfall – "When you will actually be polite, I will have a real heart attack."

His turn to glare.

With a smug grin I walked into the prefects compartment feeling that this was a rather good start for once, if only for me.

"Good morning, everyone," I greeted the prefects who were already there.

The prefects weren't having such a good morning though, they turning their heads from me to Potter to me to Potter… in perfect unison as we, well, fought.

"POTTER! You are not to question what this paper says! It says-"

"I know what the paper says, Evans, I got one exactly like it," he even waved it in front of my nose as proof, like I needed any, "See? I read it, surprised? I know what it says, and I say it's stupi-"

"Well, it's not your opinion that matter, Potter," I said with mockingly wide eyes, "And it's not exactly like mine. Mine says 'Dear Miss Evans' not 'Mr. Potter' – thank you, very much!"

He wasn't really smiling, more like baring his teeth at me and his eyes spoke volumes of loathing.

I gave him a real smile, to show him what a real smile looked like, and petted the top of his head. "Good doggie, listen to your mistress."

Potter smiled and I don't need to be a fortuneteller to classify that as a bad omen, the prefects agreed. "Mistress?" His eyes gleamed, "When was the last time we shagged about? Eh, ladylove?"

He knew when he crossed the line, he might of as well figured he'd come out of the room with a nice red print across his cheek.

I gave him the 'sweet' glare, the one where I smile and glare at him at the same time. Before he figured it out, smack! That was a moment to remember, the shock on his face, the way he touched his cheek and the shock grew. May be I should slap him more often… "Potter, if you and I had even kissed, you wouldn't live to remember it. That's a promise."

Part Two.

(p.o.v.) Lily Evans.

I hate James Potter, I hate him, with a passion, but hate him. I- Why am I doing this?

"Hey – err – Potter," I said with an awkward smile sitting down next to him at the breakfast table the next day.

The four Marauders stared at me like I was Devil's Snare.

"What?" I snapped at them and they became very interested in their plates. With a deep breath I turned back to Potter, with a tight smile, I spoke, "I'm sorry, I-"

"My fault, Evans, I couldn't come up with a better come back, so I decided to pick on the pun-"

"Potter, I really lost control there-"

"I will not allow you to take the blame for what I am-"

"I am responsible for my own God-damn-"

"Evans, it's the worst sort of insult a guy can imply on a girl-"

"Potter, don't worry about it, I insulted you wrongly even before-"

"What? Calling me a dog? For crying out loud!-"

"I knew you would use the pun when I said it, it's my fault-"

"You've called me worse then a dog, and for Merlin's sake-"

"Listen, really, it is in no way you're fault, I really must take blame-"

"As you recall, I always start our conversations with a bad start-"

"That had nothing to do with myself not controlling my own hands!"

"If I wasn't so nerve-wracking, you would of never had the need for your hands-"

"Potter, you are not nerve-wracking, honestly, believe it-"

"I really am the most annoying-"

"Annoying? Oh, no – you aren't! And don't insult yourself, I do that enough for you-"

"I deserve every last one of those names and insults-"

"Really, I must insist to take the blame for this once-"

"I cannot have you blame yourself! Don't even-"

"I-"

"STOP!!!!!!!!!!" Sirius Black yelled, waving his hands violently at us. "I will never ask the two of you to be nice to each other ever again! It's bad enough that you fight! But you don't have to fight when you're apologizing to each other! You're driving me nuts! I am gonna have nervous breakdown here!"

(p.o.v.) James Potter.

The whole Great Hall was silent and staring at us, how long have they been following our apologies?

But when Sirius finished, it was the cue for me and Evans to start apologizing to Padfoot simultaneously, "Sirius/Padfoot, I am so sorry-"

"WAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!" Padfoot yelled, again waving his hands at us.

Silence.

"Are they done yet?" Moony asked and everyone turned to look at him, he was holding what suspiciously a lot like an earplug in one hand and there was one in his other ear. He nodded to himself and answered his question, "No, please, continue," and repluged his ear.

"Sorry," Evans and I said.

"BAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!" Padfoot jumped in his seat and stared at us like we grew horns, thick fur and wings.

I frowned at him and whispered to Evans, "I think he's having a nervous breakdown."

"Should we take him to the Hospital wing?" She actually looked concerned until she realized she used the word 'we' meaning us and agreed with me. With a yelp, Evans ran off to the bunch of other 7th year Gryffindor girls.

"Now are they done?" Moony broke the silence of Great Hall.

Padfoot plucked the other earplug out of Moony's ear, "Yeah."

"Hey, Padfoot, I didn't have a spare pair, sorry-" But before Moony finished Padfoot was yelling and running out of the Great Hall while everyone else was trying not to fall out of their seats laughing.

"Hey, Prongs, you and Evans actually had a 'civil' conversation there, no insulting-"

I glared at him and grabbed a fist full of sausages and made to throw at him.

Moony spotted the sausages and ducked just in time. "You missed, Mr. I'm-the-best-chaser-this-school-has-got-Aaaa!"

"Didn't miss this time," I said with a smug grin and eased back in my chair to watch Moony trying to wiggle out of his robes without tacking them off because I just spilled a whole jug of hot tea on his back.

"Mr. Potter, there is not to be any food fighting in Great Hall, you are no exception," young Professor McGonagall pointed out the obvious. "I expect better from Head Boy…" she frowned to where Evans was sitting, surrounded by girls, "… and Girl."

I frowned at Evans.

Just my luck then when she turned around and caught my staring!

"Agh!" I yelped and glared at my plate.

When did I start blushing if I got caught staring at a girl?! Five minutes ago I was trying to win over an argument that it's my fault she slapped me and now I'm blushing because we locked eyes for three seconds. Is anything else going to go wrong today!!?