Lily Evans burned a hole into the back of James Potter's head with her eyes. Her hatred for him was indescribable. It didn't really help that she was sitting behind him in the most important Transfiguration class of the year.

"Miss Evans?"

Lily's eyes left the back of James' head to the front of the classroom at her teacher, Professor McGonagall, who had been giving a lecture. She was a younger woman compared to most of the other teachers (Lily guess her mid-thirties) but had the tone of voice that made her sound old. She wore her mousey-brown hair in a tight bun—usually with a large midnight-blue hat—and navy blue robes that clung to her curvy figure. Some of the 'warped' (as Lily called them) boys found Minerva McGonagall to be attractive.

"Would you kindly take your eyes off of the back of Mr. Potter's head and pay attention? I believe that I said this lecture would be on your NEWTs." Lily flushed such a deep shade of red that it clashed with her auburn hair.

"Yes, Professor," she said through her embarrassment and glared at James when he turned around to look at her, giving a lopsided grin—one that Lily detested. But when anyone who knew her thought about it, there wasn't a thing about James Potter Lily didn't detest.

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"Can you believe him?" Lily said, enraged, as she and her two friends walked out of the Transfiguration classroom. "Just grinning at me with that ugly face of his. The nerve of him!"

"Well," Francine Newborton began, "he was probably grinning because he is completely smitten with you and the fact that you were staring at the back of his head makes him imagine that you were imagining doing something romantic with him." Francine was the tallest of the trio. She had silvery-blonde hair and piercing light blue eyes, both passed down to her from her mother who was a Veela. Her skin was a tanned color that she got from her father and clashed with her hair, although this effect made her look even more stunning than she already was—an effect that wouldn't be so for anyone else.

"As if," Lily scoffed. "Smitten. No, more like he enjoys my embarrassment."

"Or maybe it's both," Wednesday Lurry said airily, twisting a strand of her bored-straight hair in her fingers. Her grey eyes lingered on Lily for a moment and then went up to the ceiling. Lily ignored her comment, it was usual for Wednesday to be out of it, even if then her comment made sense.

"And, on top of that, it's already one week into the term and Potter still hasn't asked me out," Lily continued furiously. "Ugh, I can't even stand to say his last name. I'll call him 'The P-Word' from now on. Or Pea-brain. No, I need something worse. It has to start with a 'p'. Come on, help me think."

"Help you think? I'm not sure that makes sense, Lily, be—" Wednesday stopped at the look on her friends face. "Pubic hair?" she suggested.

"Hmm…" Lily thought about it, meanwhile Francine was listing all the words that began with a 'p' she could think of aloud.

"Pee, pooh, pen, papaya, Peter Pettigrew—oh my God, no—paper, feces—oops, that's an 'f'…"

"I got it!" Lily exclaimed. Francine and Wednesday looked at her hopefully. There was a silence between them in which the two stared at their friend, who didn't move a muscle, waiting for her to speak. But she didn't. The silence was interrupted by a growl which had come from Francine's stomach.

"Damn, I'm hungry," she said, looking at her watch. "Sweet Jesus! Only forty minutes left of lunch—all the good food will be gone!" With that Francine sprinted off to the Great Hall, many heads turning toward her as she past and guys ready to do something stupid to impress her.

Wednesday waved her hand in front of Lily's face. Lily, who had still not moved, took no notice to Wednesday. Wednesday, realizing she was still thinking of a name, gave another suggestion. "Prick?"

Lily snapped out of it immediately. "Prick! Ha! Wednesday, you're a genius!" She looked down at her watch. "Good God! Only thirty-five minutes left of lunch—Francine will eat all the food!" With that Lily took off to the Great Hall, Wednesday skipping after her.

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"Evans."

"Prick."

"Ouch," James said, looking hurt. "Hey, I wanted to ask you a question."

"No."

"What?"

"I said no, Prick. No, I will not go out with you."

"I wasn't going to ask you out," James said plainly. And then, "But, if you want—"

"No, Prick."

"Stop calling me Prick!"

"No…Prick."

James sighed and ruffled his already messy black hair, grinning when he noticed Lily twitch. "Hey…"

"I don't know why you sat next to me, and frankly, Prick, I don't care. Can you please leave me alone so that I can do my homework in peace and quiet—as it should be since we're in the library?"

"Well, I was just wondering…"

"Whatever you wonder about me is wrong…" Lily said in a high-pitched, nagging whisper.

"Hey Prongs," Sirius Black said casually, taking a seat across from James. He was extremely handsome with black hair and grey eyes, high-set cheek bones, the apples of his cheeks slightly rosy, a fine chiseled chin with a cute dimple in the middle and a gorgeous mouth that was plump in the middle—but not too plump. He nodded at Lily in acknowledgement and she smiled at him, blushing a bit. This went unnoticed to James.

Remus Lupin came from a bookshelf with a large stack of books in his arms. With a thud he placed them on the table. Lily, looking up from her homework, noticed that all of them were on her favorite subject, Potions. Remus had sandy-blonde hair and pale features with icy blue eyes that, to Lily, made him look almost wild and untamed. Though, Remus was far from that. He was a well-composed gentleman who usually refused to join in on James' pranks and practical jokes. But he always did, for some reason, always, in the end, finding himself feeling horribly guilty. He took the seat across from Lily.

"Padfoot, Moony," James greeted them as Lily noticed someone not far behind where Remus and Sirius sat. He was sitting at a table, hunched over and focused intently on a book. His brown hair concealed his face. But almost as if sensing she was staring, he looked up at her and smiled a million-dollar-smile.

"So, anyways Evans…Evans? Are you with us?" James continued. He tried to line his eyes up to who she was smiling dreamily at. Sirius turned around and realized too.

"Oh, hey, it's that seventh year prat-Hufflepuff, Nat Diggory," he stated. He turned back to Lily and moved his face into the line of her vision; his grey eyes met her emerald green ones. "I see we like the older and studious ones, don't we?" Lily flushed.

"N-no!" she protested. "I-I…" She didn't want James to make fun of her. It was true, she did have a thing for Nat but Francine had already claimed him the year before. But that didn't mean Lily couldn't admire from afar.

"SO ANYWAYS, EVANS," James said loudly. A chant of worried 'oh-no's went through her brain. He was going to embarrass her, the prick. She looked back toward Nat who had looked over. "I WAS JUST WONDERING," James continued, feeling self-satisfied with the look of horror on Lily's face. "WHY YOU WERE UNDRESSING ME WITH YOUR EYES IN TRANSFIGURATION THIS MORING?"

Francine and Wednesday were walking to the library to find Lily. Francine had come up with a few more p-words and was hoping to run into Nat as he was usually at the library at that time while Wednesday wanted some help with her Potions essay because, being as carefree as she was, she 'forgot to pay attention' as she put it.

"So I was looking in the dictionary and found some interesting words," Francine explained. "Like—I can't believe I never though of it—peni—" But the rest of Francine's sentence was drowned by a scream that echoed the halls close to the library.

"WHAT? YOU PRICK!" it sounded like. Francine looked at Wednesday and Wednesday looked at Francine.

"Blimey," Francine said, "I can't believe I didn't think of that one…prick…"

"I think that was our good friend Lily," Wednesday stated in her usual airy voice. A girl with auburn hair sprinted past them. There was a beat of silence and Wednesday broke it saying, "That too."

Nat Diggory came running from the same direction Lily had. Francine said, as quickly as she could, "Wendy-take-Lily-I-Nat." Wednesday, surprisingly, understood this and ran to catch up to her friend. Francine stepped in front of Nat who stopped dead in his tracks.

"I got twelve OWLS last year!" he hollered at her. Francine always had that effect on boys. They'd say anything to impress her. But anything Nat said was usually true.

"That's great!" Francine exclaimed. "I only got seven."

Nat smiled, he actually impressed her. "For Quidditch, I'm the Hufflepuff team captain!"

"You must be a born leader!"

"And I'm the seeker!"

"I'm the Gryffindor keeper! We both play important roles on our Quidditch teams! We're meant for each other!"

Lily ran into the deserted girls lavatories. She could openly cry of embarrassment here. Her sobs echoed the room and were soon joined by other ones. A transparent girl popped up from the toilet of the cubicle Lily was in.

"Did someone make fun of your glasses too?" the ghost asked in her high-pitched voice.

"I don't have any glasses!" Lily sobbed.

"Could it be that you want glasses?"

"No!" Lily cried. She heard the lavatory door open and close and held her breath. She stepped up onto the toilet seat and pressed bother her hands against either wall.

"Hey! That's my toilet!" the ghost said harshly, rising out of the cubicle and letting out a great sob.

"Hello," and airy voice said.

"Wendy!" the ghost squealed.

"Moaning Myrtle!" Wednesday said back, her voice not changing. Moaning Myrtle let out a sob.

"Not that again!" she cried. "You're making fun of me with that name!"

"Yes," Wednesday said bluntly, "I suppose I am."

"You're horrible!" Moaning Myrtle shrieked and flew into the cubicle next to Lily and into the toilet with a splash.

Wednesday knocked on the door of Lily's cubicle. Lily held her breath. "Lily, I know you're in there. Come out," she said. "Alohamora." The cubicle remained locked. "Oh, smart…they made impossible for magic to open." Lily let out a breath of relief and looked down. Wednesday's face was sticking into the space under the cubicle. "Found you."

"OH MY GOD!" Lily shrieked. "Wendy, you freak!"

"Tell me what's wrong," Wednesday said, standing up.

"No, I'm fine," Lily stated.

"No, you're not."

"Can't a girl just go to the washroom and have a good cry anymore!"

"Yes, of course. But I don't normally do it," Wednesday pointed out. "So it must be weird to."

"What are you talking about? You're the one who crawled under the door! This isn't weird, you are!" Lily's foot slid into the toilet. "Damn it! Help me, Wendy!"

"Well, I want you to tell me what's wrong first and then I'll blow the toilet into a thousand pieces allowing your foot to escape," Wednesday replied, ignoring Moaning Myrtle who was shrieking, "You bloody hell won't!"

Lily sighed. She would have to tell her the truth…or a lie. Or maybe both. There was no way she could let Wednesday know that she had a thing for Nat Diggory, Wednesday would automatically take Francine's side because Francine had liked him for so long (it was a surprise to all three of them that he hadn't asked her out already).

"Well," she began, "The Prick, you know who I'm talking about, just embarrassed me in the library suggesting something…gross."

"And that bothered you?" Wednesday said, her usual airy voice gone.

"Yeah…when doesn't it?"

"I wouldn't expect you to cry over something like that. You're the kind of person to be enraged and ignore it, really."

"Am I?" Lily asked, surprised. She always saw herself as a sensitive person.

"Who in particular was it in front of? I mean, you're in a certain mood when you like someone. It's a different mood than when you don't like anyone at all. You've been like this since June, I think," Wednesday stated matter-of-factly.

"Okay, well I was sitting beside James and across from Remus who was sitting next to Sirius who were way in front of—" Lily stopped. Why was she even telling Wednesday this? She'd definitely guess or suspect Nat if she mentioned him. "Well, yeah. James, Remus and Sirius. But I don't like any of them…I don't think…" 'Yeah, I don't think, I know I don't like any of them…' she thought.

Wednesday tapped her chin apparently thinking. She had chosen, it seemed, to ignore what she began to say after listing Sirius. "Well, Lily, I think that you like Sirius," she said finally. "I mean, you blush every time he's around and he is a notorious flirt and every girl finds that somewhat attractive." Lily looked at Wednesday blankly. "Don't worry, Lil, I'll keep your secret and somehow formulate a plan to get him to go out with you…"

"Wendy?" Lily asked.

"Yes, Lily-muggins?"

"Please act brain-dead again."

"What?" Wednesday said airily, looking around confused. "Oh, I must have dozed off. Sorry, it's kind of cramped in here. Now that you're not crying, we can leave."

Lily sighed. After acting 'smart' Wednesday would always end it when someone asked and act as if she had no idea what went on. Sometimes Lily thought that she was actually serious, but then shook off that feeling, just assuming Wednesday was a good actress.

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For the next few weeks Francine and Wednesday kept thinking of absurd plans to get Lily and Sirius together.

"We'll lock you in the cupboard and then he'll realize his love for you and start shouting out all the things that he's good at and then you'll snog passionately until the sun goes down!" Francine hollered, apparently excited, one evening in the girls dormitories.

"Francine, that kind of thing only happens to you," Lily said quietly flipping through her Transfiguration text book. After missing the lecture with Professor McGonagall she was moved somewhere else so that she could concentrate. First she was moved next to Peter Pettigrew who kept asking her all the answers to unfinished homework he had while the professor was explaining the homework for that night. Due to Peter's constant chatter, Professor McGonagall moved Lily next to Wednesday which at first she was thrilled with because, obviously, Wednesday was one of her friends and she was sitting at the back. But then it turned out the reason why Wednesday always got poor marks in Transfiguration (it was such a surprise she was even in the class for NEWTs) was because she picked that class to sleep, taking advantage of being so far back in the class. That might not have been such a big deal if Wednesday didn't snore so loudly that Lily couldn't hear. So after every class, to keep her marks up, Lily would have to learn from the text book.

"I'm hungry," she said suddenly, shutting the text book and walking out of the room. Francine followed her, known never to pass up a chance to eat. Wednesday was curled up in her bed and had suddenly fallen asleep.

Walking through the common room, Lily caught James' eye and he scowled at her. He'd been moody ever since that day in the library.

"Lil! There he is!" Francine whispered in her ear. 'Nat Diggory? In the Gryffindor common room?' Lily thought and found herself being pushed into a tall and sturdy figure.

"Oh hey, Lily," Sirius Black smiled down at her.

"Hey Sirius."

"Any luck with Nat?"

"What?" Lily asked and then remembered that he had guessed who she liked. "Oh…right…well, you see, about that…" Sirius waited for her to continue. "Well Francine likes Nat so technically I can't. Well I got them to believe that the reason I cr—er…" She wouldn't let him know that she had been crying over the whole thing. "The reason that I was so upset about the whole incident in the library was because I…kinda…sorta…had a thing for you…"

"A thing for me?" Sirius said, taken aback.

"You know, they think I like you."

"Well, do you?"

"No! I mean, yes, of course, but not in that way," Lily said quickly.

"Hmm," he said with a 'knowing' smirk on his face.

"What's 'Hmm' supposed to mean?"

"Hmm."

Lily sighed. It really didn't make any sense to her why she was even talking to him. He was just as brain-dead as Wednesday, it seemed. "Well, if they ask about me in anyway, can you do something to help me out so they don't find out that I like Nat and not you?"

"Okay," he said simply. "But I want something in return."

"Like what?"

"I'll decide later, but yeah, I'll help you," Sirius said and turned away. "So yeah, see you later, hot stuff." He really emphasized the last two words and said them loudly. At the look of surprise on Lily's face, he added quietly, "For effect."

When Sirius had gone, Francine ran up to Lily and hugged her from behind. "He is so into you. I wouldn't be surprised if my cupboard idea worked with him!" she exclaimed. Lily gave a forced laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. You know, I think you would be surprised," she said her face a little hot from Sirius. She walked toward the portrait to leave the common room, not before stealing at glance at James who scowled at her once more. Francine followed Lily again, ignoring the fact that every guy that looked at her (some of them, used to her walking through the room, shielded their eyes) would scream something like, "I've sailed the seven seas!" or "I'll jump out that window right there and make it, watch me!"

Only few students knew how to get into the kitchens and thankfully for Francine and Lily, they were of those few. Francine had found out from a certain teacher easily, using her natural Veela talent (which was just standing in front of them and straight-out asking). The kitchens were directly under the Great Hall and students could get in by going up to a certain portrait of fruit in the hallway of the dungeons and tickle the pear thus turning into a handle to open the portrait.

As soon as Francine opened the door, they were bombarded by house elves.

"It's the sixth year Francine and her friend…her friend…" one house-elf said happily.

"Her name is Lily, Muffin," Francine told the small house-elf smiling back at her.

"We shall make you food!" another squealed.

"What does you want?"

"Candy! We can make candy!"

"Of course they doesn't want candy, they is witches. They is deserving of better."

"Perhaps…perhaps you could tell us?" Muffin asked Francine quietly.

"Yes, I want a feast for a mountain lion!" Francine exclaimed and the house-elves set off to work immediately after her last word.

"Francine," Lily said, falling into a chair that had been pushed behind her. "I don't think that making them make so much is really going to help. I'm only a little hungry, chips are okay." As soon as she said "chips" a house-elf with a bowl of chips popped up in front of her and placed it on her lap and then joined the others running around the kitchen making, what it smelt like, dozens of different kinds of meat.

But Francine couldn't tell Lily that the feast wasn't for her, Lily, but for herself. Her mouth was currently stuffed with pork that had been set on a plate in front of her. Lily sighed and began to eat her chips peacefully, quite unlike Francine who was having a race with the house-elves to finish off the first bit of meat before they brought the next.

"Mmmmm…LEEELEEE…my tummy hurts," Francine groaned clutching her stomach as the pair walked back to the common room hoping to get there before curfew.

"Well, it serves you right, you pig."

"DON'T SAY THAT!" Francine hollered. And, suddenly, she stood up straight. Lily looked at her strangely and then down the hall, right in front of them. Nat Diggory was strutting down the hall with a pack of girls surrounding him. Lily's face went beet-red and she couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.

"Hi, Nat," she said, smiling at him the best that she could.

"Oh, hey, Lily," he said and then set his eyes on Francine. "I can do an aerial! I'm a seeker! I can fly really well on a broom! I've had a ton of girlfriends!" he squealed. Lily's face went, if possible, and even darker shade of red. Not only did he completely ignore her existence from that point on, he had mentioned how many girlfriends he'd had.

"Oho, my Nat. I bet you can do an aerial, we've already discussed your seeker-ism and flight. But these girlfriends…"

"Come on Francine," Lily said suddenly, grabbing her friends arm and forcing her in the direction of the common room. Nat didn't turn around to see Francine off.

"Bye, Lily," he said loudly.

"See you, Nat," Lily replied, pulling a struggling Francine with her.

The next day was a good day for Lily. Not only was it a Saturday but they found out that on Sunday they'd be going to Hogsmeade. And, of course, something else happened. She was in the library studying her Transfiguration text book as she hadn't gotten a chance to the day before. It was later in the day, an hour from curfew. That morning she, Francine and Wednesday had gone for a walk along school grounds until Francine had to go to Quidditch practice ("Why? The Prick's running it! Don't leave me alone with her Franny!"). Lily had left for the library when Wednesday had run underneath the Whomping Willow and fallen asleep (why it didn't attack her, Lily wasn't sure).

"Hey Lily," a voice said from in front of her. Looking up, Lily saw that Nat Diggory had taken the seat across from her.

"Hi Nat, what's up?" she asked casually, just hiding the nervousness in her voice. It wasn't usual for Nat to actually approach her to talk to her.

"Oh…nothing," he said, looking at his hands. "Hey, you heard about the Hogsmeade trip tomorrow then?"

"Yes. And I'm assuming you have too," she giggled, not really sure why.

"Well, yes. Um, of course you would have heard anyways, you're a prefect so you have to check the notice board," Nat smiled. "Well, um, would you like to go with me?"

"Go with you?" Lily repeated. "Go with you?"

"Well, then, if you don't want to—"

"No! I want to! I'm just registering shock!" she exclaimed.

"Great. Meet me in the Entrance Hall at noon tomorrow," he said smiling.

Lily smiled back at him. Nat stood up and left the library leaving Lily beaming. Another figure took the seat in front of her.

"Evans, you're looking awfully happy."

"Yes, I am happy," she said, closing her Transfiguration text book.

"Well, I'm just telling you that you're going to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow," James said.

"No, I'm not. What gives you that idea?"

"Well, I want to go out with you and the people who can are going to Hogsmeade tomorrow so I figure we'll go together."

"And where's my say in this?"

"Fine. Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?"

"No."

"See? This is why I didn't ask."

Lily stood up and looked at James Potter with a look of disgust. "Well then stop asking. I'm already going with someone, if that'll stop you."

"You're what?" James asked, standing up too.

"Already going with someone," Lily repeated, looking around. "Hey where are your friends?"

"Sirius is doing something naughty in a broom cupboard, Peter is…well he's Peter and if I don't have a good enough reason to hang out with him, I won't and Remus is at the prefect's meeting," he said. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be there?"

Lily merely scoffed at him and turned to go when she realized that she was supposed to be there. "Shit!" she said loudly, turning back to James and giving him her book. "Give this to Francine or Wednesday, they'll put it away for me! I have to go!" With that Lily ran off, leaving a disappointed James behind with her text book.

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"Why are you awake?" Francine asked Lily while Lily dressed in her best and most flirtatious looking clothes. It was eleven forty-five, just fifteen minutes before she was meeting Nat.

"Getting ready," Lily said happily.

"For what?"

"My date."

Francine jumped out of her bed and started rummaging through her trunk. "Sirius has already asked you out? This is so awesome! I've got the perfect top for you!"

"Er—yeah…Sirius. He asked me out yesterday in the library," Lily said, hoping that she sounded convincing. "We're going to Hogsmeade today at noon."

Francine threw a silk green handkerchief top at Lily. "It'll bring out your eyes. Pair it with jeans. Most guys prefer Muggle clothing on girls, it shows off our bodies more."

"Oh…thanks," Lily said, immediately putting it on with the jeans that she was already wearing. The top fit her perfectly. She couldn't wait for Nat to see her in it. For the next five minutes Francine did Lily's make up and hair. Lily especially liked her hair. She had two strands of hair loose and curved around her face while the rest was in a loose messy-bun. Finally it was time for Lily to go.

"Wendy and I will be there at around one o'clock-ish. I think an hour is enough for your date. Well, that's my opinion but we're going to be there then anyways," Francine told Lily. Lily hugged her, said "thanks" and set off.

Nat was waiting in the Entrance Hall when Lily got there. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Wow, Lily, you look gorgeous." Lily giggled and continued to walk to the front door, Nat walking in step with her. "So, I figure we might go to Madam Puddifoot's first and have some tea…and talk and then we can do anything, really."

"Sounds good," Lily replied.

James looked down from the stairs as Lily and Nat left. A shiver went down his spine at the sight of Lily. "You know, Wormtail, I really don't think that Nat Diggory's really special," he stated, giving a death-glare at the brown haired boy who had just slipped his hand into Lily's just after having his and her name checked on the list of people who could go and just before walking through the doors. "I mean, he sucks at Quidditch—a horrible seeker—and he can't resist to Francine—any honorable gentleman could do that and…well, he's so full of himself!"

"Yes, of course Prongs, of course," Peter Pettigrew agreed sitting down on the marble floor reading a wizard's comic which was composed of moving pictures.

"And you're not full of yourself?" Remus asked, reading a book on Potions, his worst subject.

"Shut up, Moony," James snapped. "Where's Padfoot?"

"Hogsmeade. Probably snogging that one blonde girl—what was her name?" Remus asked.

"Cinnamon. Cinnamon Brown," Peter said.

"Yes, probably snogging Cinnamon Brown in Madam Puddifoot's."

"Well this poses a problem for Lily, now doesn't it?" James smirked, turning to face Remus. "She's supposed to like Sirius but what if she somehow gets caught by Francine?"

"You wouldn't," Remus said, closing his Potions book and looking sternly at James. "That's the meanest thing you could do to her."

"But I would," James said, a smirk still stamped on his face. "And the meanest thing I could do to her is kill her…which I definitely wouldn't do because I'd miss—I mean, because murder can't really be covered up. Oho, Lilykins, you just wait…"

"Lilykins?" Peter said.

"Shut up, Wormtail," James said, kicking Peter so hard that he fell onto his side.

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"Well, we've pretty much gone everywhere we can," Francine said, looking at her watch. "Lily and Sirius should be done their date. Oooh, I can't wait to hear the juicy details!"

"You can eat details?" Wednesday asked in her usual airy voice, looking in the window of the jewelry store they were just in. Francine scowled at her and was about to say something back when she caught sight of James Potter.

"Oi! James!" she called, walking over to him. James looked down when addressing her. Yes, his was his method of not caving into her Veela looks.

"Hey Franny," he said. "Looking for Lily? She's in Madam Puddifoots."

"Oh," Francine said, looking over to the store. "Well, thanks, and stuff."

"It's my pleasure."

Francine looked at him oddly. "Come one, Wendy! We're getting Lily's face off of Sirius'!"

Wednesday automatically followed her friend, questioning how exactly Lily's face was positioned on top of Sirius' and how she imagined it'd hurt.

Lily's hand rested on top of Nat's and her lips were pressed against his in a passionate kiss. They hadn't left Madam Puddifoot's at all. Their time there mostly consisted of snogging and taking short breaths. Their tea was untouched. Lily was so busy with this that she didn't notice Sirius enter five minutes after she and Nat had and she didn't move an inch until coming up for breath when Francine and Wednesday walked in an hour later. She giggled a bit, looking into Nat's brown eyes and leaned in to kiss him some more when something behind him distracted her.

Francine was storming toward Lily with a death-glare on her face.

"Hi, Francine," Lily said, trying not to make eye contact. A huge sack of guilt had dropped itself on her.

"Sirius Black? Sirius Black?" Francine shouted with rage. Sirius, who had been in a very competitive game of tonsil hockey with Cinnamon Brown, looked at her and screamed, "What!" but then realizing that she wasn't really addressing him. But he didn't start his game up again, Lily was getting into trouble. All the snogging couples came up for air to watch.

"You know, I wouldn't be mad at all if you were actually snogging Sirius Black! But instead you decide that it'd be fun to lie to me and snog Nat Diggory!"

"I'm sorry Fran, I—" Lily tried to say.

"No! You know bloody well that I claimed him first!"

"Claimed me? What are you—" Nat had turned around to talk to Francine but failed, blurting out, "I'm a seeker!"

"Well I'm sorry that for once the guy that I like happens to notice me over you and asks me out!" Lily yelled standing up, tears welled in her eyes. As much as she would have wanted not to fight with Francine, it was inevitable not saying what she said.

Francine was at a loss for words. She grabbed Nat's arm and pulled him and Wednesday outside, muttering over her shoulder, "Well, in every circle of friends there's a whore." Lily fell back into her chair and buried her head in her arms and cried so hard that her shoulders shook. She felt all the eyes in the café on her and stopped crying the best that she could. As she composed herself someone slid into the seat in front of her. She shot her head up to find herself face to face with a messy black haired boy with circular glasses and a lopsided grin on his face.

"So, now will you go out with me?" he asked hopefully.

"No, I fucking won't!" Lily hollered. "You fucking prick!" With that she got up from the table and ran out of the café.

James sat in the chair, dumbfounded that she hadn't said yes. He started to stand up when Madam Puddifoot came waddling over to him. "That'll be four Galleons, please."

"What?" James asked. "Oh, right. Well I wasn't the one who bought—"

"Someone needs to pay," Madam Puddifoot said harshly and James dug into his pocket retrieving four Galleons.

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Lily read her Transfiguration text book, not really taking anything in. Francine and Wednesday refused to talk to her. Thankfully Nat had apologized and was still talking to her. She and him sat in the library, studying. That's pretty much all they had done. It was a week after the September Hogsmeade trip. Nat was more concentrated on studying than anything, which completely bored Lily. She was beginning to realize how little personality he had but didn't dare let him go—he was all she had. Occasionally she would pass Sirius in the halls and he would wink at her, causing her to blush. Remus would ask her to help him with studying (Peter would too but she'd always refuse because she couldn't stand him and the only reason he was doing it was because Remus was) but Lily hadn't spoken to James at all. It made her wonder what he was doing, not that she really actually cared or anything.

"I think James Potter's up to something," she told Nat, shivering when she said his name. He looked up at her, grunted, and looked back to the text book he was reading. "I mean, he hasn't even talked to me ever since…well…yeah. Anyways, it's just awkward."

"I'm sure it's nothing, hun," Nat said, touching her hand for a moment and then taking it back. She hated when he called her 'hun', another reason why she wanted to dump him, but lived with it.

"Okay, I hope you're right," she said.

"I am, I always a—Lily? Are you okay?" Lily's chair's legs had each broken into two.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, getting up and rubbing her buttock in pain.

"Wow, Lily, you must have gained weight. Madam Pince! Madam Pince! Lily Evans broke a chair!" James Potter's voice echoed through the library.

'Yep,' Lily thought. 'The Prick is definitely up to something.'

A/N: Allo! Itazu here!!! Hopefully you like this chapter. The whole story's named after the album by Cute Is What We Aim For and each chapter is the name of a track. Alors, this story will consist of twelve chapters and then I plan on writing two others. The next (also consisting of twelve chapters) will be called Commit to This Memory, the album by Motion City Soundtrack and then, maybe, Favourite Worst Nightmare by Arctic Monkeys. I'm not sure about the last one though because I haven't exactly examined the whole album to look for a story in there. I might end up changing it to Silverstein's Discovering the Waterfront or Panic! At the Disco's A Fever You Can't Sweat Out. I'll probably add some 'fun facts' into the next chapter about the differences between this chapter and my plans becasue there are a few and I always find those interesting. I think I'll write a new chapter every weekend as during the weekdays I will be working on my other fanfiction titled 'Mystic, Brainy, Magic and Veela' (please read that one too). I guess that's the down fall of every person with a gigantic imagination that they can't seem to control (like moi), I get so many ideas for stories that I feel the need to write them all at once and then eventually get bored with one or all of those stories. BUT DON'T FRET!!! I won't get bored of this one. There's a lot of room for my creativity so I may change the story from my original plans at any time.

COMMENT, REVIEW, OR WHATEVER THE HELL YOU YOUNGINS CALL IT THESE DAYS. Okay, I am one of you youngins, but DO IT.

Oh! And since I can't keep it in any longer, I will have a fun fact this chapter.
FUN FACT: In every chapter I will have a line from the song that the chapter is titled (or a line similar to it).
This week's line was..."Well, in every circle of friends there's a whore." The actual line in the song is "in every circle of friends there's a whore".
SEEYA!
Until next chapter,
Itazu
10/09/07