Chapter 1: Of Hatred and Constant Glaring

Disclaimer: Guess what? I own Harry Potter. No I don't *sob*. Anyway, thanks for lending me your world J. K. Rowling.

Authors' Note: Hellooo wonderful readers. Padfoot and Prongs here, no not the original -although that would be awesome- but we will try to be like them as best as we can.

Enjoy :)

James's POV:

James Potter was laying in his bed at 6:00 in the morning, doing absolutely nothing. He slept early last night, having nothing to do as well. An hour later he is wide awake in the Gryffindor dormitory and waiting for breakfast. His dorm-mates are Sirius Black, Remus Lupin-who was a werewolf but they kept it a secret, as well as their ability to turn into various animals- and Peter Pettigrew. Well, they're more than room-mates, they are best friends. They call themselves, The Marauders.

Now that they were in sixth year, James's goal was to get high grades, no wait...of course not. His goal was to impress Lily Evans, the red-headed muggle-born he fancied since third year. And why- you might ask- did he wait until now to try and impress her. He did actually, on multiple occasions, but, let's just say she doesn't like him very much

*Flash back*

"Hey Evans! Go out with me?"

"I wouldn't go out with you if it were a choice between you, and the giant squid"

*End of Flashback*

The words still rang in his ear since that blasted day, the day Snivellus called Evans a mudblood. It was kind of his fault...but he would never admit it. And to make matters worse, Evans actually forgave the git, now, they do everything together. They study together, talk, and even spend evenings by the lake...ugh. It's not jealousy of course, he thinks, but deep inside, he knows he is lying.

He thought he heard Remus say, "James, I know you're awake, get up and do something useful for once, help me wake Sirius up." But he was too lost in his thoughts to listen, so naturally, Remus hurled a pillow at him, the poor thing was already fed up with Sirius and Peter for not waking up. James was usually asleep at this hour as well, but his mind was buzzing with too many thoughts at the moment, that sleep actually seemed like a hard task.

He decided to get up, knew he wouldn't have a peaceful moment while the rest are awake.

He changed into his school robes, and went downstairs to the common room. He sat on the armchair by the fireplace, his favorite place. To his surprise, or maybe, pleasure, Lily Evans was descending down the stairs from the girls' dormitory. He thought of saying 'Hi', but he knew that he got flustered and couldn't utter a useful word when she's around. He decided to let HER notice HIM this time. She glanced his way before scowling and passing by, completely ignoring him. Again. He kicked himself inwardly for letting his hopes up. He stood up fast before she reached the portrait hole.

"Hey Evans!" He called a bit desperately, just a bit. "Wait!"

She stopped, but did not turn around, and huffed an annoyed breath.

"What do you want Potter!" she said coldly.

"Um...well" she knew he couldn't answer that question. There was absolutely NO answer to that, right?

"What?!" she turned around, an annoyed expression on her face.

"Err..." He decided to gather up his courage. He took a deep breath and said, "Will you go out with me?" LAME!

"Oh for goodness's SAKE!" Oh great, now she's angry. "Have I not made myself clear?!" she said angrily.

"Err..." not knowing what to say "No? I guess..."

"Fine. I'll say it again. I-will-not-go-out-with-you-Potter. That clear now?" she said each word slowly and clearly, as if talking to a five year old. The last sentence though, was said in a fake sweet tone.

Without waiting for an answer, she turned around and walked through the portrait hole, her long, red hair dancing behind her...

He shook his head to clear the thought, still staring at the spot where she left. He then shrugged and resumed his seat waiting for his friends to arrive. What was taking them so long?

He didn't finish the thought though, when they came down the stairs.

"...I mean, did you HAVE, to flip the mattress?" Sirius was saying, annoyed.

"Well, it's your fault. YOU didn't wake up when I was calling you, and YOU didn't wake up when I was shaking you either. You gave me no choice Padfoot, besides, I'll be late for prefect duties" argued Remus, with his usual calm tone.

"Well, why didn't you do the same for Prongs eh?" Sirius asked as he pouted and folded his arms, stifling a yawn.

"Because PRONGS, was already awake" Remus reasoned.

"Um, Remus, that's JAMES we're talking about he...oh" he faltered as he noticed James sitting smugly on the armchair next to the fireplace. He looked up, and waved.

"Hi" James said smirking "Finally awake are we? And about time, the sun's about to set"

"It's 7:30 in the morning! Last time I checked, the sun isn't going anywhere, unless it had a change in plans..."

"Ooooh" Piped Peter, "But I don't think that's possible..."

"Shut up Wormtail" said Sirius.

"Whoa, cut it out guys. We need to go to the great hall. I want to...eat. I'm STARVING" James said, trying to hide his mistake, hoping against hope that they didn't notice.

Sirius narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Unfortunately. "Hmmm" He mused "Are you SURE you want to eat James. You don't look...truthful. OH! Where's EVANS by the way?" He said eying me, his eyes still narrowed

"Uh...well...I...no I'm hungry, end of story" James replied with a pointed look towards Sirius, willing him to drop it.

"I hope there's cheese" said Peter, as they made their way to the great hall. At the entrance, they looked for seats, with James craning his head to look for his favorite red-headed girl. Well, she wasn't HIS girl, but he hoped she will be. Remus brought him back to earth by saying, "James, you are staring at Evans, your mouth is hanging open, and Evans is glaring daggers at you"

"Uh...wha...oh, sorry" they picked the seats beside Evans and her best friend Alice, when Lily said "Alice, I'm going to class early today, see you" she glared at James one more time, before scowling and storming out of the great hall, all the while muttering about disrespectful boys

Authors' Note: TO BE CONTINUED

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