AN: So, this is my first story and I'm pretty nervous for everyone to see it. I know this first chapter is pretty short, but they'll get longer. *pinky promise* Thanks for reading and please review, but, you know, please don't sat anything that will make me want to throw myself off a tall building. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. :)

Chapter One

Lily smiled as she looked up at the steaming, scarlet train. After an entire summer of being bullied by Petunia and waiting to go back to her favorite place, it was finally time. She kissed her father, hugged her mother and gave a hurried mutter of farewell to Petunia that she did not return.

Lily hastened towards the steam engine and dragged her trunk into the narrow hallway. She couldn't wait to see who would be Head Boy to her Head Girl. This would be the person she would work with constantly for the entire year; they would spend all their time together and even live together. She was so excited she thought she might burst. In her opinion, it had to be Brandon Lawrence, a Ravenclaw, or Remus Lupin, a fellow Gryffindor. They were the only two male prefects that she thought could handle the position. She brushed past people in the crowded hallway of the train, still yanking her trunk with difficulty, towards the Head's compartment.

An emblem of the Gryffindor Lion was emblazed on the frosted glass of the door. This meant the head boy must be Remus. She saw the outline of his head, obviously absorbed in a book, behind the lion and felt a whoosh of excitement in her stomach. This is it! Sliding open the door, she was met with two large cushiony chairs and solid mahogany walls. Panels of scarlet velvet panels were placed every six inches or so. It all exuded warmth, comfort and the prestige of their station. Remus put down the heavy book. But it wasn't Remus. It was James, James Potter. He looked up at her and grinned widely.

"I knew it'd be you." He smiled, breaking the silence. She ignored him.

"Potter, this compartment is for the head boy and girl. You can't just come in here to-"

"Oh, didn't you hear?" his smile broadened "I'm the head boy."

She stared at him blankly. No. No, no, no. This was obviously a mistake. He hadn't even been a prefect. Was someone even allowed to be head boy if they hadn't been named prefect first? Dumbledore was said to be a little eccentric in his choices, but surely he would not pull a move as mad as this. This affected the entire running of the school.

"You're a mistake." She said matter-of-factly.

He feigned a hurt expression. "Oooh, not nice, Evans. I have feelings, you know."

"You're not the head boy. It's a mistake."

James gave her a knowing smile.

"Now Evans, I know you're smarter than that. The Headmaster hand selects the Head Boy and Girl. SO, unless old Dumbledore was taking a leaf out of your book and daydreaming about me in his spare time," he winked "he probably didn't write my name in by accident."

She let out an irritated huff, extremely aware that he was right. Turning away, she heaved her heavy trunk into compartment and tried without much success to put it in the overhead rack. She felt her hand being gently pulled away it. James was standing very close to her and she felt how warm he was as he lifted the trunk without difficulty into the bin. Despite herself, she couldn't help notice his muscles in his slim fitting t-shirt. Jerking her eyes away, she scolded herself. Don't you even think about it, Lily Evans!

"Thank you." She muttered stiffly. Unable to stand the close proximity, she backed away and fired up immediately.

"Listen Potter. This is a big position. The biggest, actually and it needs to be taken seriously. This is our last year and the teachers and Dumbledore and basically everyone is depending on us. I won't have you embarrassing me because you think it's just a joke or you can't handle it!"

He chuckled at her severe tone and threw himself into one of the crimson chairs, running his hand over the back of his messy head.

"Just adorable when you're all serious." he mused, more to himself than to her. He continued though, facing her.

"Believe me, Evans, I was shocked too. But give me a little credit. I'm not gonna screw it up, I promise." He winked at her, but it wasn't one of his usual winks that merely infuriated her. There was something else there; she actually felt a little comforted. This feeling evaporated when he continued, "Besides, why would I ruin my one chance to get to live with you all year?" He waggled his eyebrows. "It's gonna be fun. And who knows? Maybe I'll actually get you to go out with me this year."

She laughed incredulously and plopped down in the accompanying chair.

"Not a chance, Potter."