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Chapter 1: Butting Heads

"Lily! What's taking so long?" Ugh, my best friend, Sara, was getting on my nerves. She meant well, but it was bloody annoying.

"Shut up, Sara…" I let my voice trail off, as I stared across the platform.

"What?" She noticed him too, "I knew it was only a matter of time," she said with a snicker, "You two were made for each other."

"I know; he's kind, considerate, not to mention: HOT!"

"Just think, four months ago you were sent into a fit of rage every time you saw him."

"What? Who are you talking about?" All I could think about was Andy West. With his dark hair and piercing hazel eyes and intelligence most boys could only dream of.

"Girl, you know who I'm talking about. He's been pinning for you for years."

"What? I'm sure he doesn't even know I exist, let alone like me." I sighed, depressed.

"James Potter sure knows you exist, he's been practically drooling since he first laid eyes on you, first year." I stared at her in shock.

"James Potter?" I managed to stutter after I had finished gagging. "You think that I'm talking about James Potter? You disgust me!"

"Now now, Evans, no need to shout." That idiot actually had the nerve to come talk to me? What a jerk!

"Go to Hell Potter. It'll get you away from me." Then I noticed a badge on his chest. My face fell. "Oh. My. GOSH! How did you, the biggest arse in the school, except for maybe Sirius," Sara's face paled, "get to be HEAD BOY? Has Dumbledore lost his mind?

"You're having a similar reaction to my own, Sirius', Remus', and Peter's. It is actually slightly funny."

"Bloody Hell, Potter! I don't care about you or your idiotic friends! You're just a bunch of spoiled teenage boys who think you are better than everyone else! You know what? I think you're pathetic! PATHETIC! I would feel sorry for you if you weren't so fat-headed! You are one of those people who think the world should bow at your feet. You think that they should be at your beck and call at every moment of everyday. Now get out of my sight." I made a shooing gesture.

He smirked, "Sorry, no can do, Evans. You see McGonagall told me to come get you."

I cursed under my breath, causing a few surprised students to look my way. The Head Girl cursing wasn't something you saw every day. If McGonagall wants me, I'll go. Maybe it'll get Potter away from me for a while. At least until the Prefect meeting. "Fine. As long as you go away, Potter, I'll do what you want." I snarled.

"No, no, no… she wants both of us." I could hear him smiling, even though I was already stomping angrily away. All of my previous thoughts of Andy West were driven from my mind.

I was sitting in a slightly uncomfortable armchair in the teacher's compartment. I had been stolen away from my friends and was half listening to McGonagall rant about how Gryffindor is much better than the other tree houses because both Head Boy & Girl are in Gryffindor. Or something like that.

"You know… I think Remus would've made a better Head Boy." I said absent-mindedly, completely interrupting McGonagall. "I mean, as far as the Marauders go, he has the smallest ego… other than Peter, but Peter doesn't really count. Remus still has a bigger ego than most of the students, but by far smaller than Potter or Black. And at least he has leadership ability, off the Quidditch Pitch." Both of them stared at me, I glanced up, suddenly embarrassed. "Sorry, did I say that out loud?" Potter looked at me like I was crazy, but Hey! Maybe I am!

McGonagall was speechless, which was funny, because I'd never seen McGonagall speechless before. It was really quite disturbing. "Um… well… I suppose I should let you get to the Prefects meeting. Remember, you have to set up the patrol schedule, decide whether or not you want any school functions, which I would advise against, by the way, and make up each of the House's Common Room passwords for the next month. I snuck a glance at Potter who had a face similar to the one that I knew was on my own face. We were both try and failing to suppress our delight. "Any Questions?"

"None from me, Madam. Lilian?" Potter smirked. Typical.

"Thank you for your time, Professor, it helped tremendously." I said, completely ignoring Potter and his use of one of his many nicknames for me. I stood up, and walked out of the compartment without another word.

"You know, Evans, you don't have to be so mean." Potter said coolly, after we were out of earshot.

"You know, Potter, you don't have to be so arrogant." I replied effortlessly. After six years of dealing with him, I've come to think about my responses very deeply… they all have hidden meanings. Meanings, Potter has never been able to figure out, I might add. I kept walking.

"Lilyflower!" Oh no. Why does the world hate me? I have to deal with Potter & Black? Together? Just kill me now.

"Shove off, Black. I'm not in the mood for your antics. I already have to deal with his." I added jerking my thumb at Potter.

"I feel your pain, Lilyflower. Jamsie here can be quite annoying at times."

"I think I might have to agree with you there, although, he's a little more than annoying sometimes."

"Yeah, I remember one time when—"

"SURIUS!"

"Yes, Jamsie?"

"Will you shut up? Please?"

"But Jamsie," Sirius whined, "I don't want to!" It was all I could do, not to laugh.

Potter glared at Sirius once more before turning back to me. He seemed to collect himself before calmly telling me: "We should hurry; we don't want the Prefects to think that their Heads are irresponsible." And with that, he headed down the corridor.

I turned to Sirius, who said, "Just between us, I think one of the heads is irresponsible, and it's not you." He winked at me and sauntered off in the opposite direction of Potter he probably went to find Peter or something.

When I walked into the Prefects meeting compartment, I was met with a shock. Potter actually talking with someone other than one of his friends, and surprisingly, it wasn't even a Gryffindor. Wow, I thought to myself, Potter's really stepping out of his comfort zone, reaching out to the other Houses.

"Hello, Lily." I jumped involuntarily.

"What? Oh! Hi, Remus, what's up?" Remus was by far the smartest of the four Marauders. He's probably the only one of them to pass at least 80% of his OWLs.

"Not much. You looked distracted, is all. How'd the Heads meeting go with James?" He asked conversationally.

I glared at him. "Don't mention his name. I swear he's the spawn of the devil or something." I glanced at the spot where he had been only to find him gone.

"Boo."

I jumped, surprised by the sudden voice in my ear. I turned to glare at him. "I swear, if you do anything, I'll kill you! UGH!"

By now, pretty much the entire compartment was silent.

"Evans, Evans. I know you don't like me, but can you please try to set your stereotypical prejudices aside so we can work?"

I glowered at him. "I'm a stereotypical prejudice? What about you? You think that I should automatically adore you because you're the Quidditch Hero—"

"Evans." Potter whispered.

"–or because your family's rich! Newsflash buddy! I don't!—"

"Evans." He said, a little louder, and I pretended I didn't hear him.

"-I could care less about your pathetic Quidditch reputation, or your fancy family. I think you're just another loser who is trying to make himself look better than he really is. You're—"

"That's enough Evans."

"YOU'RE A BLOODY COWARD!"

"Well," Potter turned to Remus casually, who raised his eyebrows. "Didn't see that one coming." He glanced at me again before walking towards one end the table. "Now that Evans has shouted at me for, what the third time today, I think that we should this meeting started." He clapped his hands, and everyone, even me—although grudgingly—sat down.

They formed groups of two for patrol, most of them where in their houses & years, but some ventured out and chose partners from other houses. They decided not to have any school functions, because Professor Slughorn was holding even more parties than usual. And were on to the last bit of business—

"We need to figure out when and where the weekly meetings will be." I spoke up for the first time since the meeting started.

"How about Mondays? In the Great Hall?" Hufflepuff.

"No, too early in the week, and the Great Hall is always too crowded." Gryffindor.

"Fridays? Library?" Ravenclaw.

"Quidditch practice is on Fridays, and why would anyone want to spend more than the required time in the library than to do homework? Oh right, a pathetic book worm." Do I even need to try and guess?

"We'll compromise," I said. Wednesdays, 7:00, in the empty classroom on the first floor, the one by the central staircase. Dismissed."

Everyone walked out of the compartment except Remus and Potter. Potter was doing some paperwork and—wait, Potter and paperwork? I shook my head to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

"Uh, Lily?"

"Yeah Remus?"

"I was wondering why you suddenly had the idea of the empty classroom. You do know that Sirius makes out there a lot, right?" I heard Potter snicker.

"Ew! Now you got a gross image stuck in my head! Gross! I'm going to have to give you a detention now, Mr. Lupin. You have to do my paperwork for the next 15 seconds." He just stared at me like I was crazy. "What? It was worth a shot." Then I noticed he was trying not to smile. I smacked him playfully on the shoulder. "Now you're just making fun of me!" Potter grunted.

"And why on Earth would I do that Ms. Evans?" He smirked.

"How should I know what goes through a male's mind? Let alone a seventeen-year-olds." I replied lightly.

"You know, I think it would do you some good to get out of the Library sometime, you know, have some fun."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Is that a dare, Mr. Lupin?" He started collecting his things.

"It's whatever you think it is, Ms. Evans." He winked at me, "See you at the feast, Lily." He nodded goodbye to Potter, and walked out of the compartment.

Potter and I sat in silence for a good ten minutes, filling out paperwork, reading files, and making notes. I glanced up and saw he was staring out the window. "Potter?"

"Hm? What? Oh, sorry. I'll just get back to work now."

"It looks like you're done."

"Oh. Right. I'll go now." He started fumbling with his papers. He stood up, and headed for the door.

"Wait!" He actually looked surprised that I was asking him to stop. I was a bit surprised myself. "We still need to make up passwords for the houses." He got a very mischievous look on his face that I would be worried about; if I wasn't so sure I had one on my own face.

"We should have a really hard one for Slytherin." He said sitting back down.

"," I said. He stared at me. "What? It's the longest word in the English language!" He looked suspicious," Seriously!"

"Only you, Evans. Only you would know that." He thought about it, and then looked at me through the corner of his eye. "Done. What does that even mean?"

"It's a lung disease caused by the inhalation of very fine silica dust, causing inflammation in the lungs. A condition meeting the word's definition is normally called silicosis."

"Well, I think that's brilliant. Now, we should have a really insulting one for Hufflepuff. Something like, Barmpot." (A/N: Barmpot n clumsy idiot)

I burst out laughing. "YES! Totally! We have to do that one!" Did I really just laugh at something Potter said? That's new. Potter looked equally surprised by my reaction, but he was smiling himself.

"Well, well, well. Is Ms. Head Girl Lily Evans, sanctioning vulgar language in students?" He attempted a stern voice, which succeeded in making me laugh even harder.

"Uh, Ravenclaw." I said after I had regained control of my body, ignoring his question. "Um, they should have some random difficult questions to answer."

"Like—what's that one number thing muggles use for hard things? 6.24?" He was probably more confused than I was, but maybe not, I was pretty confused.

Then it dawned on me."Oh! Pi!"

"Pie?"

"No, Pi, P I. 3.14159265."

"I don't even want to know how you know that."

I giggled. Me! Lily Evans! GIGGLED! This is unheard of! "They have to give all those digits! Just like the Slytherin's have to pronounce it right!"

"You really are evil. Where did you learn it Ms Head Girl?"

I donned an evil look. "Nowhere? Gryffindor should be simple, but not simple enough for the other houses to get it. Like, like, like—The Deathly Hallows!"

His whole demeanor changed, not that I noticed it, I was too busy pacing around the room. "Do you know what that even means?"

"Not really, and I don't really care. It's easy, but not common. I found it in an old book in the restricted section."

"That explains it. Although it's kind of scary that you don't know what it means, and want to use it." He stated cautiously.

I noticed it now. "How is that scary?"

"Don't ask me to explain it. It just is." He said defensively.

I looked at him for a while. I got the feeling that he wasn't telling me everything, but decided to let him keep his secrets. "Okay. Do you want to use it or not?" I asked, an unintended sharpness lacing my voice.

"If you want to use it, fine, we can use it." He packed up his things again, and stood. He walked out the compartment door.

And this time, I didn't stop him.

A/N: Not very good, but hey? Who can blame a girl for trying? ... Right? ...

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