I know, I know, I have to keep working on The Bet and Just the Girl, but this idea hit me like lightning. As in BOOM!! Anyway, enjoy, and remember: reviews are luffed!

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Lily Evans let out a deep yawn and stretched, pushing her curly red hair out of her face. Warm autumn sunshine spilled into the Gryffindor 7th year girl's dorm, chasing away the shadows. Lily slipped out of bed and padded across the room to the bathroom, careful not to make a sound. She had faced the wrath of her dorm mates at being woken up early on a weekend more than once.

Lily emerged form the bathroom not long after, feeling refreshed and wide awake. She slipped on her weekend clothes (soft jeans and her favorite T-shirt), grabbed her book bag and crept down the girl's staircase. The Gryffindor common room was deserted, as was to be suspected at 7:30 on a Saturday morning. Lily took a deep breath, filling herself with the familiar smells of wood, leather and sunlight before exiting the portrait hole (the Fat Lady was now used to Lily leaving the house so early, but still gave an indignant squawk at being woken up) walked through the vacant corridors and into the Great Hall. She reached the Gryffindor table, which was also empty (lazy gits, Lily thought to herself) and grabbed a muffin. She had just turned to go to the library when a voice rang out.

"'Morning, Evans."

James Potter's voice was cheerful as he strode between the house tables and seated himself opposite where Lily stood.

"What are you doing here, Potter?"

Lily was surprised at the razor edge her voice held, but nonetheless glared at James, who looked quite offended.

"What, isn't a bloke allowed to have his breakfast?"

"I know you, Potter. No one know whether you're alive or not until three in the afternoon on weekends."

"Any reason why you're keeping track of my sleeping patterns, Evans? I assure you, I wouldn't mind including you in them."

Merlin, how she hated that smug grin.

"Are you suggesting I sleep with you, Potter?" Lily asked coolly. "I thought that was the slut of the week's job."

"I do believe you're confusing me with that slimy git of a boyfriend of yours, Evans."

Lily's hand flew to her picket and before James could so much as blink, she had her wand pointed directly at his face.

"Are you calling me a whore, Potter?"

Lily's hand was shaking with anger.

"No, Evans. I'm calling that blonde tramp he was snogging at the Hog's Head last night a whore."

"I'm not stupid, Potter. I know better than to trust you on the matters of my relationship."

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to contradict that statement, Evans, because only a honest-to-Merlin idiot would believe that Corner could take part in an actual relationship."

James flinched as a few sparks flew from the tip of Lily's wand, which was still centimeters away from James's nose. Lily could feel her cheeks reddening.

"Eric wouldn't cheat on me, Potter."

"How are you so sure?"

To her horror, Lily felt hot tears pickling in her eyes.

"Because I am!"

"Why would I lie to you about something like this, Evans?"

Something in James's voice startled Lily. Was that sympathy? However, she shook the thought from her head.

"Because you're a lying prick who only cares about himself!"

With that, Lily spun on her heel, stuffed her wand into her pocket and stormed out of the hall, trying to suppress the tears that were now flowing freely down her flushed cheeks.

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