Hogwarts, 1977

Hogwarts File nº 566

Student: James Potter, Gryffindor House, Seventh Year, Head Boy, Quidditch Captain.

Penalty Assigned by: Professor Horace Slughorn

Detention: Two weeks out of Hogsmeade visits, Saturday detention.

Saturday, 8:00

Tiny rays of sunshine crept between the gap in James Potter's bed curtains, and the seventeen-year-old moved his arm up to cover his face from it. He moaned in his sleep, smiling as he returned to Lily Evans' lap and lips inside his mind. As she was taking off her shirt, however, something stumped on the bed, shaking its wooden structure all over. He groaned, feeling his limb legs begin to come alive under the covers, and tried picturing her again. Another stump. Lily's face began to fade, replaced by the blackness of his closed lids as he returned to consciousness. Another thump, and he was awake.

'What in the hell is-'he sat quickly, his head aching and his crotch aching from his dream. Furious and revolted, he opened the curtain, and could've killed Sirius right there.

Padfoot, the lad who slept right beside him and was also his best friend, was trying to get dressed in his sleep, his numb legs pounding on the bed posts as he tried inserting them inside his trousers, failing miserably. Each thump made the boys around complain, but none of them had reason to enjoy the last of their beauty sleep that Saturday morning. James got up, trying to loosen the knot around his pyjamas so the boys wouldn't see the result of his Lily dream and grabbed his pillow.

'Time to wake up, bastard.' He grimaced, rising the pillow over his head as he calculated the blow to hit Sirius' face with one precise strike. As the fluffy cover hit him straight on the nose, Sirius woke up with a gasp, letting go of the trousers and giving James an unwanted view of his boxers. Thank goodness he didn't sleep naked on winters, he thought. They had had some nasty experiences with that in the past.

'Why d'you do that, you wanker?!' he hissed under his breath, sitting upright and staring blankly at James' sleepy face. 'We don't have to be up for another… wait… Twenty sodding minutes.'

As he tried to go back to sleep, James rose the pillow over his head again. 'You woke me up, stupid. Stop trying to get dressed, damn it!'

'Wha-'Sirius tried replying, his eyes finally focusing on the trousers he was trying to put on, now forgotten on the foot of his bed. He smirked, thinking up a smart response to James, but when he opened his mouth to tell James exactly what he should do if he was so annoyed by him, Prongs was gone.

James closed the loo's door with a quiet sigh, leaning on the door as he stripped and handled his cock around his palm, stroking it gently. That the Head Girl spun his head around was no news for anybody, but lately he couldn't keep her out of his mind. When he was awake he managed to block the visions of her from his mind, focusing on studying, winning quidditch matches and patrolling the corridors, but he couldn't obviously control his dreams, and they were the worst. Fuck, Evans, he thought. That would definitely be a long, long, bath.

Sirius finally managed to hop inside his trousers and was roaming inside his drawer when Remus woke, swiftly opening his bed curtains and walking in his beige pyjamas searching for pieces of his uniform. When he saw Sirius awake, he blinked twice and then pursed his lips.

'Never again,' he hissed, unbuttoning his shirt and carefully folding it over his bed, 'will I let you convince me to do anything. Never. Again.'

'Well, I think it was worth it.' Sirius smirked, taking a newly washed shirt from the cupboard and placing his arms inside. 'You should stop trying to impose the good boy presence on me, Lupin, for I know you had some fun. Besides, James is Head Boy, not you. You don't owe this school anything anymore. Enjoy it!'

'Shut up, Sirius.' Peter nagged under his breath, safely tucked inside his bed on the other side of the room. Sirius sniggered, and Remus rolled his eyes. He didn't need reminding that James was Head Boy, thank you very much. Of course, he knew Dumbledore had made him Prefect in order to put some level of control over the other boys' actions, and he also knew he had failed miserably, but some small part of him maybe expected that his efforts would be compensated with the Head Boy nomination. Well, he was wrong. Great.

Sirius grabbed a tie from his bedpost, placed around his neck and touched it with his wand, trying to remember the spell James' mum had taught him that was supposed to make a good knot out of any tie, instantly. He was lousy at domestic spells, thought. All it did was make the tie turn on itself in a lazy, badly made knot. Shrugging, he tucked his wand on the inner pocket of his robes. Remus was finishing to buckle his belt.

'Well, who's the lazy arse now, hun?' he boasted, turning on himself. Moony raised an eyebrow. 'Ready before all the lot of you. I'm such an example.'

Remus just shook his head, putting a shirt on and buttoning fast as he glanced at the bathroom. 'Is James' going out any minute? We should brush before going. '

'Wanker's probably daydreaming of Evans in there.' Sirius rolled his eyes and approached the door, slapping it. 'Oye, you share this bloody loo, y'know? Gettout, Prongs!'

With a heavy steam cloud, the door opened, and James strolled out, half naked and with a smug smile on his face. 'All yours, love. Morning, Moony.'

'Morning. You should really place a muffing spell around your bed, just a suggestion.' Remus remarked as James walked past him and began putting the rest of his uniform. 'We can head you moaning Lily's name, it's… off-putting.'

James had the grace to blush on the cheeks.

Lily couldn't believe she was awake on that ungodly hour, and on a Saturday, of all days. She rolled her eyes as she passed the brush over the length of her auburn hair, her eyes twitching over to the Head Girl pin on her chest as if to remind her she had been unworthy of it. She reflected a bit if she could skip the badge altogether, but something inside her said it was better to just go with it. She didn't regret the reason she was being punished, after all.

The bathroom door opened, and Marlene Mckinnon stepped out fully dressed, her raven black hair tied on a loose bun over her head, blue eyes slightly red from the lack of sleep. 'This should be forbidden.' She muttered as she grabbed her wand and tucked inside her robes, groaning. 'Nine in the morning is no hour for nobody to be having no detention.'

'Well, we did deserve it, though.' Lily commented, picking her own wand and going to the dorm door with her friend.

'Oh, stop it.' Marlene closed the door carefully behind them and descended the stairs bracing herself for the cold weather that was beginning to form outside, the grey skies greeting them darkly as they passed in front of the windows on the common room. 'I should've done worse to him for what he's done. And you too. It's an unfair punishment, don't go all Head Girl on me, dear'

'Well, 'Lily passed thought the Fat Lady portrait ('Good morning would be nice, gals!' shouted the woman in pink as they ran to catch the stairs before they switched to another wing) 'now it's irrelevant to discuss the fairness of the situation. Let's just spend this morning the best we can and then enjoy Saturday afternoon with the girls.'

'I do hope they don't make us clean anything, 'Marlene said, dreading the usual punishment Professors fancied giving as detention, 'we could help Minerva with first years homework, or even help Professor Slughorn… Anything but cleaning, it's so boring. Besides, the lads have cleaned up this entire castle upside down already, I doubt any spot of it needs as much as a scrub these days.'

Lily pursed her lips but said nothing. She didn't like "the boys" very much (well, maybe just one of them, Remus Lupin) but Marlene was sort of friends with them, so she didn't like speaking ill of them in front of her, so she wouldn't be upset. Also, she had been having some weird thoughts lately, thoughts she wish he didn't have, specially about him.

As if her dread conjured him up, she stopped at the foot of the stairs that lead to the Main Hall, now mostly empty except for one or two professors and three Gryffindor boys. Marlene raised her eyebrows. 'Why are they awake?'

'Maybe they never slept, 'Lily felt her stomach turning and her lips drying out, an unwanted flush making her cheeks go pink. She wished her hypothesis was right, but something inside her, deep inside her, told her that was not it. The alternative, however, was worse. 'let's eat.'

Marlene, though, was already footing over to them, puzzled look on her face. Lily raced to follow her, breathing slowly and steadily to control herself around him. She stopped as far as she could without seeming odd, but enough to head what Marlene was saying.

'Well, if it isn't the official Hogwarts caretakers. 'she mocked, and Sirius Black raised his deep grey eyes at her, smirking.

'Filch just loves our jobs, I'm thinking about staying here and helping him, actually.'

'You got detention, Marle?' James asked, and the sound of his voice made Lily's legs turn to mush. God bloody damn it, she cussed mentally, crossing her arms in front of her chest so as to hide the fact that she was staring at him. She never really liked him that much, but ever since they were put on Head Boy and Girl duties, she just couldn't stop thinking about him. He had grown a lot, not just morally, but physically as well. And that, she thought, was the worse of it.

It was easy to ignore James Potter when he was but a skinny lad with sloppy hair and annoying friends, but over the summer he had evolved, much to her despair. His skinny form was stiffer, his arms toned and this torso slim and fit, matching perfectly with the athletic attitude he got going on ever since he was positioned as Captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. His hazel eyes matched perfectly his jet-black hair and recently developed jaw, and sometimes, when she was really tired, she pictured herself tracing a path of kissed over his slender neck, feeling the annoying smell of his perfume all over her.

'You got detention, Evans?' Sirius' gasp woke her up from her daydream, and she scowled him.

'Yes, I did. For a good cause, Black.'

'Oh, really,' he grinned, 'why?'

'None of your business.'

'Why?' his smile was faltering, but she knew he wouldn't stop pestering her soon. Sirius Black was a known stubborn loose cannon, 'Am I not noble enough to know why you deserved your punishment, love?'

'Stop it, Padfoot,' James intervened, and Lily felt her heart skip a bit, warmth all over her chest as she turned to look at him. He also had his Head Boy badge over his chest and was looking at her with a smug smile. 'Lily isn't used to having detention, let her be.'

Sirius rolled his eyes but resumed eating without uttering any other word at her. Lily was always amazed at how James could control him. Unfortunately, it only made him hotter. Trying to put on her best stiff face, she turned to Potter.

'Thank you, Potter, but I don't need your help to defend myself. If Black wants to insist on bothering me, I'll just destroy his hair with a very nice spell I know that turns men bald instantly. No recovery. Am I clear?'

Sirius rose his eyebrows, but just shrugged his shoulders. Lily sat down with the last of her dignity, trying to ignore James' deep stare at her and failing miserably. She had to control herself around him and spending the entire morning by his side doing Merlin-knew-what was not going to help her. Oh, lord.