This, like my first ever story I have come to hate what I've made it into, but unlike wrapped in the blanket of the night sky, I can be bothered re-doing this cause fingers crossed the plot still makes me smile.

DISCLAIMER- nothing you recognise is mine D:

Lily's POV

"MY LITTLE LILY FLOWER!"

I moaned as James Potter came bounding up to me just as I was getting in the carriage, I had been hoping I'd missed him, being lucky enough to avoid the jerk for the whole train ride but no, he has to go and ruin it now. It was my seventh and final year at Hogwarts and I had finally hoped that he would have gotten it into his thick head of hair that I just wasn't interested, but then again that would be so un-James-Potter-like it would be ridiculous.

I pretended not to hear him as I sat in the carriage and just as he caught up it started moving, thank Merlin. I looked back at him, he looked slightly crestfallen but was now grinning and waving, and I swiftly turned my head away and started talking to Mary.

"James Potter, still obsessive as always isn't he?"

I groaned in response.

"Why is it so hard to admit you like him Lils?" she teased

"funny you are," I drawled, she knew better than anyone that my opinion of James Potter was not a great one, he was an arrogant toe-rag who spent all his spare time pranking people who didn't do anything to him for a laugh. That wasn't what I looked for in a boy. No, even though Potter has been really sweet in a creepy sort of way since a certain person who I-don't-say-his-name stopped being my best friend and joined the likes of you-know-who and his posse, he still doesn't cut it. He will just have to accept that me and him can never happen, the plan is to graduate with top NEWTs and get a job as an auror, there is no space in there for boys, especially if they are named James Potter.

Mary then started babbling about my Head Girl duties and how coincidental it was that James happened to be Head Boy, she is insistent that its fate, me? I know for sure it's just a bloody big case of bad luck.

As I guided the first years out of the great hall towards their dorms I thought about how lovely it would be to have my own room this year, yes I'd share a common room with James but with careful planning, minimum encounters could be ensured. I couldn't wait to get to bed, first day back and head girl duties really did take it all out of you, plus I was up most of last night doing some last minute packing, then of course there was Tuney to contend with. I can't believe her sometimes, walking around like she owns the place, shouting at me, to be honest it's a huge relief to be away from her.

I climbed the stairs to my new room, on getting there seeing my trunk already next to my bed, I pulled off my uniform, I'd forgotten how uncomfortable these things were, and fell into bed, pulling the covers over my head.

I was in the great hall eating breakfast when all of a sudden Mary appeared next to me, she grabbed a piece of toast and shoved it in her mouth, then swilled it with a glass of pumpkin juice, swallowing its entirety in just a few gulps. Then she started again with the toast

"You okay Mary?"

"Hungry," she grinned with crumbs stuck to her teeth and lips

"You don't say,"

"Hey Lils, wanna hear the latest goss?"

"Always,"

"It concerns you and you are going to like it!"

"Go on,"

"I bumped into Black on the way here, and when I asked where he was going he said to get Prongs ready," she was now bouncing up and down on the edge of her seat, "so naturally I asked was Potter was getting ready for and guess what he said?"

"tell me!" I grinned

"A date! James Potter has a date, Lily you know what this means?" she squealed

I grinned cheesily at her and she continued to bounce, "I'M FREEEE!"

Then we did simultaneous screaming, we even improvised with a little waving hands in the air dance before realising we are mature seventh years who do not cause a scene and casually went back to eating, me with much more gusto than before.

I was free.

Then followed the heartbreaking moment when I woke up, my smile fading as I was now thinking about how happy dream me had felt in those few seconds, why couldn't that actually happen, it would be a huge weight off my shoulders. It's not that I hate Potter, I don't really have any beef with him at all, especially last year when I found in him a great friend, it's just that that is all I found and since I told him he was a good guy back last Easter he has been acting all strange again. As cruel as it sounds, Potter was a burden.

I looked at my alarm clock, it read 2:32. I turned over to the cold patch in my bed before realising I needed to pee, dammit. So I figured if I rolled enough I would fall out and after exiting my bed oh-so-elegantly I grabbed my dressing gown and slippers and traipsed down the stairs that lead into the shared common room.

Now call me stupid but I had my eyes shut, and yes when you have your eyes shut it is very hard to see where you are going, I'll admit. So I was feeling along the wall until I did one of those comedy, head over heels trip over no doubt one of Potter's quidditch bags, I then proceeded to stand up rather clumsily, eyes still shut and kick the bag repeatedly using a few choice curse words, it felt surprisingly liberating, well it did until I missed the bag and kicked the wall. Did I mention how hard it is to see with your eyes shut? Anyway, then I did my one footed freestyle, 'I'm on a pogo stick and I don't like it' impression.

"Smooth Evans," I heard an annoyingly up himself voice whisper in my ear.

What can I say? That move always has been a crowd pleaser.

"BLACK?"

"That's me darling,"

"What are you doing here?"

I stopped hopping and opened one eye before screaming, realising how close he was to my face.

He grinned just as I lost my balance and fell back wards onto the rug, it was a soft rug.

"You alright Lily?" a voice said from behind Sirius

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about me, I only suffered a possibly mentally scarring facade but I think I'll pull through."

They both laughed.

"What are you both doing down here this late?"

"We could ask you the same question" Potter responded

"Well, that would be a stupid question as I would think from my display just then that it is obvious I'm practising being a clown,"

"Oh right, silly us, we forgot that is what you tended to do at around half two in the morning." Black smirked

"You need a hand?" Potter offered

"Not from you," I replied sharply

His smile faltered

"Thanks though." I amended,

Potter winked at Black who then heaved loudly, "I better be off Prongs, see you tomorrow mate, night Evans,"

"Night Black."

The portrait swung open then shut with a bang, the noise reverberated in my head making dig my fingers further into the soft rug that I was still sitting on.

"Hey, Evans?"

"Actually I should be going to bed too if you don't mind, I have an early start tomorrow,"

"Yeah, err that's cool, same," he offered me his hand which I stubbornly took after giving it a look of disdain through my now fully opened eyes. His hands were rough and grubby, his finger nails filthy yet his arms so strong and tanned.

As I stood up and straightened myself out I realised my robe had fallen off my shoulder displaying my bra strap, I blushed slightly and pulled it up as he just stared at me, a small smile on his face.

"I'm err..." I pointed at the staircase

"Yeah right, don't let me stop you, night Evans,"

"Goodnight Potter."

I was half way up the stairs when I heard a sigh, but he had obviously gone to his room as the common room was empty, I thought I had better get to my room fast, the fire was dying and I was not having a repeat of the clown incident twice in one night.

After finding the bathroom, I once again fell into my bed, pulling the covers over my head for the second time that night.

Hmm, I thought, that was weird.

I've re-done this completely, I hope it is better than before and I am going to re-do all the other chapters and add a few more that is the goal

R&R pleeease

Theressomethingaboutthemoon x