A/N: All right! This is my first bit of Harry Potter fanfiction ever. So, be nice, okay?
The first bit here is right out of Deathly Hallows, just to let you know where we are in the story.
This is ... I don't know where it's going yet, but it's supposed to keep in line with the books, so nothing too out of the ordinary.
Marauder's Era. x3

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not interested."

"I'm sorry!"

"Save your breath."

It was nighttime. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded in front of the portrait on the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.

"I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here."

"I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just–"

"Slipped out?" There was no pity in Lily's voice. "It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends — you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?"

He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking.

"I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine."

"No – listen, I didn't mean–"

"–to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mublood, Severus. Why should I be any different?"

He struggled on the verge of speech, but with a contemptuous look she turned and climbed back through the portrait hole…

Snape sighed and leaned against the wall. The Fat Lady gave him a rather stern look.

Lily sighed in contempt and stormed across the common room to her friends. James watched her as she passed the group of marauders sitting on the couches nearest the fireplace, although no fire was in the grate – it was too warm for that.

"Never going to happen," Remus said under his breath from behind his Transfiguration textbook. James gave him a rather stern look, and instinctively rumpled up his hair even more than it already was, as the snitch he'd been playing with earlier zoomed around the room.

"Right," James said, still trying to throw away the issue, although his attempts to appear as if he didn't care in the slightest were almost completely transparent.

"Look, Prongs," Sirius said, "if you want to get the girl, you have to play it cool."

"I'm cool," James said, rumpling up his hair even further.

"Apparently not," Remus said, still hidden in his Transfiguration textbook, although he'd been on the same page for the previous twenty minutes.

"Not helpful, Moony," Sirius shot at him.

"Right, and you were?" Remus said, finally pulling his book down from in front of his face. Sirius and James both turned to look at him.

"Have you got a better idea?" Sirius asked.

"Well, for starters, I'd start listening to what she says to you, on those rare occasions when she blesses you with her speech," Remus said, before putting his nose back into his book, and Sirius and James could both see that the book had been upside down the entire time.

"She says you look like an idiot when you mess up your hair, and that you're stuck up," Peter said, anxiously. Sirius silenced him with a hand gesture.

"I'd add stop hexing people in the corridors to that list," Remus said, still intent on his upside-down book. "And if you were looking for something to do, you could try studying for Transfiguration."

"Transfiguration is the last thing we need to study for," James said. "If you hadn't noticed, Padfoot and I are the top students in McGonagall's class."

"Yeah, I'd say James and I know a thing or two about Transfiguration," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. Remus did not respond to this, but simply closed his book, stood up, and headed up to their dormitory.

"He'll be back. It's too early to go to bed," James said, impatiently, catching his Snitch as it flew passed him.

But Remus did not return downstairs that night. As the evening pressed on, Peter went to bed as well. James took to doodling Lily's initials on some scrap parchment.

"You've got it bad, my friend," Sirius said to him, finally, when they were the last two in the common room. "I hate to admit it, but Moony's probably right." James shrugged him off. "Prongs, mate, get on the level with me here. I've never seen you like this. What is the matter?"

"It's nothing," James said, crumpling up the parchment and throwing it with the accuracy of a chaser into the grate, where a small fire was burning.

"Nothing wouldn't have you this hung up," Sirius said, fairly.

"Why should old Slimy get her? He's such a… such a–"

"Weinerjacket?" Sirius supplied.

"Yes!" James exclaimed, relieved that someone else understood.

"She doesn't seem too pleased with him either," Sirius pointed out. "Next year could be your year."

"Maybe," James said. "Or she and Slimy could make up over the summer. What are you doing this summer?"

"Probably the same as ever?" Sirius said. "Maybe sneak over to Moony's at the full."

"We should do that. He needs us. We should always do that."

"Always?" Sirius said, turning his nose up at the thought.

"One night a month for the rest of your life."

"True."

A/N: Leave me a review please? I'd love you forever.

Love,
Samantha / samlover14 / LilyLuna