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Thirteen-year-old Lily Evans was walking down to have a late dinner on a Sunday evening in early September. As she walked down yet another staircase, she passed Potter and his group of cronies. To be honest, she didn't know any of their first names. They hadn't talked since he insulted her and Severus on the first train ride. She hadn't bothered learning them afterward, especially since all the teachers called them by their surnames.
James and the Marauders had gotten down to dinner as early as possible and quickly devoured their food so they could head back up to the Common Room to plan their latest prank. Over the summer, James had done some serious maturing. Not mentally of course, that would just be preposterous – he's James Potter! James had grown around four inches, now towering over most of the others in his year. His voice had noticeably deepened, and he started to put a little muscle on his skinny frame. When he returned to Hogwarts for his Third Year, James had made the Quidditch Team, making him even more popular than he already was.
Another thing that had changed about James was that he liked girls. And their…assets. A lot.
Now James was not the only one who had matured over the summer. Lily had grown her hair out so it reached her mid-back in loose, spiraling curls. Her chest had grown and her hips had rounded out quite nicely. She began to wear makeup, accentuating her startling green eyes.
So when Potter saw Evans for the first time properly in a long time his first thought was, 'Whoa. Who's that and why haven't I met her yet?'
"Evans," Remus nodded at her cordially.
"Lupin, Pettigrew, Black," she replied coolly back. "Potter," she spat out.
'Evans?' James mentally gaped. Mentally gaped of course, not really – James Potter does not gape. 'Damn, she's hot. What's her first name again?' Like Lily, James had not bothered to learn his opposite's birth name.
"Well if you'll all move aside and stop blocking the staircase, I'll be on my way to dinner," Lily hinted agitatedly.
"Of course milady," Sirius said dramatically, bowing as the Marauders parted.
As Lily neared the bottom step, James found his voice and called out, "Hey! Evans!"
"What Potter," she all but growled at him. She got grouchy when she was hungry.
"Is your first name Summer?" he asked.
"No, it's Lily. Why?" Evans answered, somewhat confused.
"Because you're hot as hell." With a roguish smile and wink, James left Lily standing there on the stairs, utterly and completely bewildered by what had just happened.
Okay, so I wrote 'A Pair of Tweezers, Seven Pitchers of Pumpkin Juice, and a Kneazle.' I got 352 hits on it. 0 reviews. I was extremely disappointed by this. If you think that the story sucks, feel free to say so.
Okay on to this story! It just popped into my head, so I wrote it. Please review, even if it sucks. It wouldn't hurt to go review my other story too. (Hint, hint)
Isabel