a/n ms. buggers here with my first story. hopefully, you will read and give me a review. oh yes.. this sotry is inspired by the novel bcan you keep a secret by sophie kinsella/b.

disclaimer I own nothing you recognize, and evrything you don't. simple concept.

My name is Lily. Just Lily. Well, Lily Evans to be exact. I'm a witch, come from a muggle family, blah blah blah - you know the gist don't you? I'm not going to start by explaining myself like as if it was a biography; no, I'm going to be truthful. I'm going to be completely honest with you. Why not start now?

I have a few secrets. Not dumb secrets like pissing off your pants. Not forbidden secrets like I've murdered someone's wife. No, they're just secrets that most girls would have. For example, I'm 19. And I've lost my virginity. That's not the big secret; it's the fact that I lost it at 15 with this guy called - oh shit, I forgot his name. Well, whatever. I did it in some unused classroom at Hogwarts. But this isn't all. I took my mother's engagement ring she set off for me for my wedding and sold it to buy new earrings. Don't worry, it was an ugly ring anyway. I'm working as an Auror, but I planned to be a healer. Oh well. Anyway, whenever I'm mad at my assistat, Farris Rubaro, I pour veritaserum into her coffee, and then question her about her most embarassing moments. I killed Petunia's pet bird when I was seven. It wasn't intentional, but I guess there was some part of me that wanted to get back at her for ruining my scooter. Besides, nobody liked that stupid bird except for her. She cried and cried. Such a baby. Sometimes, when my boss is being a pisser, I go into his office and mess up his files. Oh well, he deserves it; he can be such a grump sometimes.

It's been a year since I've graduated from Hogwarts. People always reminisce about it, but truthfully, I'm glad to be out. For one thing, having Slytherins tailing you around and calling you a Mudblood isn't a fiesta. Another thing is, I was a hunchback for seven years straight, carrying those damned books around, up and down. But the last thing I'm glad to get rid of is James Potter. Stupid James Potter with his stupid hair and his stupid smirk; his stupid dumbass sidekick and fanclub. Okay fine - maybe I did go out with him during seventh year, but only ONCE!!! I had lost a bet that I had regretfully agreed to. At least it kept him off my back. I really hate that kid, more than I hate the slytherins. I'm glad he's gone!.. wherever he went. Never bothered asking him. And I won't ever talk to him.

I currently live with my best friend, Constance Kruberra, in a muggle village. Yes, that's right - a muggle society! Constance, being a full blood witch, had wanted to expirience life as a muggle, and right now she's loving it. But that's not the only thing she's loving. Her fiance, Damien Vector is one of the world's sweetest guys. I can't tell you how jealous I am that she was able to find someone like him. A good tall, intelligent wizard soon to be part of the wizard's council. Constance herself is into Arithmancy. She has hopes of becoming a teacher at Hogwarts. I think she will achieve it, but I disagree with her. I mean, why the hell would you want to go back there? Now, I have nothing against Hogwarts. Dumbledore's awesome, as well as McGonagall and Flitwick. But that's about it, not counting being prefect, head girl and president of the Charms club. So back to my living status - I chose a destination far from my parents and sister who live in Little Wingham. There are times when you can just have enough on family. Unfortunatel,y my family happens to be a bit on the obbssessed side. Let me exaplain. My father and mother boast about me obbssessively to their friends, while my sister puts me down obbssessively to her friends. I on the otherhand, prefer not to either boast or put down my family, seeing as I do not think anyone would be interested in them. Constance's folks think it will be good for her to expirience muggle living. They said she's be a family legend to survive muggle living. But seriously. it's not like she's living in the 1600th century muggle style - now THAT would be surviving. But it's quite amusing. watching a full blooded wizard mope around the house using microwaves and stoves. Not to mention finding entertainment on the television. Although sadly, when she does get married, she will be moving out. Jolly good.

I'm an auror as I've previously said so. I'm not exactly one of those big aurors yet, like Alistar Moody. But I will get my promotion.. soon enough I think. It's quite hard when you have a great deal of competition, such as stupid Sirius Black. Sirius Black, sidekick to dear old James Potter. Super smart and super stupid at the same time. Is that even possible?? He proved the impossible. He himself is almost like James Potter; with a fanclub, part of the Marauders, and high marks, minus being on the quidditch team. Well, I do admit that he is somewhat goodlooking. But that's about it. His looks make up for his tardiness. But I will get there. As Mr. Moody says, Constant Vigilance! I have that.. or so I think I do.

So here I am, sitting at my office, reading parchments my boyfriend sent me. Yes, I do have a boyfriend, though sometimes, I think why I have one. His name is Jeremy Hendrickson. He's not a bad guy, quite nice and good-looking too. He's one of those worriers that think I'm always mad at him, no matter how hard I try to tell him I'm not mad at anything. We have sex. Plenty of it. It's the only thing that will shut him up. Sometimes, when he's doing things to me, I feel like I want to burst out laughing, and I have had close calls. It's just funny the things he does, something I can't explain. He tried to find my g-spot once for a whole weekend. And as exciting as that sounds, you'll be very sore. I walked limply back to the office, and Moody had put me on auror excersizes which were NOT fun. But I didn't tell Jeremy - he'd start worrying. Sometimes, the notes he sends me are too mushy. And I hate it when he calls me things like 'muffin', 'honey' or 'darling'. I still don't even know what a darling is. I'm guessing its a sweet person. I'm not sweet, so that takes off 'honey' too. And 'muffin'?! Is he calling me round and fat?! That's something quite rude to tell your girlfriend isn't it? But he really is a decent guy. Sometimes I feel so guilty, but I shove the feelings away after. Whatever.

"If I may have your attention please," a gruff voice sounded. I shot my head up as did everyone else. Moody was limping his way onto the floor. "I have an announcement to make. We will be receiving a new auror this week."

I looked around the room. Half the people were paying attention. Farris was examining her nails while flipping through a Witch Weekly magazine. Another guy called Matthew Gurgis was half asleep on his elbows. My eyes lingered onto Sirisu Black. I noticed he had a grin on his face. Why on earth would Sirius be so happy about Moody's announcement? Usually, he was off flirting with Farris or some other slut. Sluts seem to be the majority of his flirters. I wonder why.. they're so stupid and high pitched. Anyway, it was a look like he knew the person who was coming. I wonder who. It can't be Peter Pettigrew, his stupid dork friend. He's not bright enough. And it can't be Remus Lupin. Now, out of the four Marauders, the only one decent enough to talk to was Remus. He was actually nice. I just don't know why he'd meddle himself with people like James Potter. Wait a second! What if the new guy was...

"-and I expect everyone to treat him with respectfully and like family!" Moody had roared, to make sure everyone heard. Everyone certainly did hear. I immediately popped out of my thoughts, Matthew Gurgis hit his chin on his desk and quickly straightened himself, while Farris hastily shoved her magazine to the side and put her hands on her lap. I wonder who Moody was talking about. It can't hurt to ask can it?

"Sir," I raised my hand, "please sir, but who is this new person to come?"

"Why, Miss Evans. Were you not paying attention? Not paying attention can cost you your life!" he stated, concentrating on the last bit. I felt myself start to heat around the face. "Not paying attention can not only cost your own life, but the life of your friends! You can give away precious information and a who group of people could be gone!" his eyes flared, and I swear, my cheeks were more red than my hair. I heard a snicker behind Moody. The auror turned around and found Sirius black holding back his laugh and trying to look serious.

"You think it's funny don't you Black? Is it funny if your best friend died right infront of you?" Moody asked, his voice dead serious. Sirius too, had now turned red. "James Potter will be joining our pack Miss Evans. And don't ever let me catch you off guard ever again! Constant Vigilance! Keep your eyes open. And stay awake Gurgis!" Matthew had starightened his head again and gulped. Moody took one last look over the people, and limped away.

So i guess it did hurt to ask. No, it didn't hurt. it scorched. Not only was I embarassed infront of everyone, but to have James Potter to work alongside of? Sirius Black was more than enough! But James Potter? Why is my life so unfair?? Not cool, not cool, not cool!!

I entered my flat with a sour mood. Stalking into the living room, I found Constance with Damien infront of the television. How sweet, I thought bitterly to myself. I tossed my purse onto the couch that wasn't taken by the happy couple, and then tossed myself. I then let out a yell of frustration.

"Something wrong Lily?" Constance had asked lightly. She and Damien both faced me. I shook my head and turned the other way. Of course there wasn't anything wrong! Not only did I get embarassed and had been looked down upon by Moody, but I will forever have to face James Potter! No, I'm perfectly fine. Ugh!!! I'm not fine! I need to get this out of my system. I'll wait until she asks again. Then I'll tell her.

I waited and waited. She made no sign of asking me once again. They act as if I'm not there! Isn't that rude? Of course it is. Oh.. I know what she's doing; She's waiting until I burst and tell her everything. Well, i won't! I'll wait until she asks me... Why is she not asking me? I hate her!!

"Today was the worst day ever!!!" I burst out. Damien had made a sudden twitchy movement of surprise while Constance sat there as if she hadn't hear me at all. She finally turned towards me. "Why?" she questioned with a look of amusement.

"Okay, so I get to work right? And everything's perfectly normal," I stated, from the begining. "I come in, put my purse ontop of my desk, fetch two cups of coffee, pour salt into Farris' cup and all right? And then Moody comes in, and goes ' we're getting a new recruit! ' and I just asked him who it was and he goes ranting about me not paying attention! So I was embarassed infront of EVERYONE! ALL the aurors present, EVERYONE!!"

"Well, were you paying attention?" she asked innocently. If looks could kill, she'd die twice.

"Of course I was!" Well, I was listening. I just happen to to think and listen at the same time... Oh, who am i kidding?

"Were you?"

"No!! But that's not the point! There's something else that made the day hell!"

"And that is?"

"James Potter is the new recruit! And he'll be arriving any day of this week!!!"

Complete silence. And I am not joking. You could literally hear a pin drop. Of course, because we're not muggles, we don't need pins.

"James Potter." I turned around. Damien was deep in thought when he said 'James Potter'. It wasn't a question. Just a statement. I waited patiently for him to continue.

"James Potter, as in the Gryffindor guy in your year?" he asked, as I saw a twinkle creeping up his eyes. Damien was a year ahead of us, but Hufflepuff. In my opinion, he should've been a Ravenclaw. That guy is so smart, it's not fucking funny. But he's a softie, so I guess that explains it.

"Yes!" I said with exasperation. How many James Potters are there? There's only one! We don't need more jackasses in this world!

"Oh, yeah, he's an auror. He decided to do some private training before getting into a group. Said something about wanting to get some one on one practice. His dad trained him, and as far as I know, his dad is awesome."

"Yes well, incase you haven't been paying attention for 7 years Damien," Constance had turned to face Damien, "Lily has a great loathe for James Potter."

"Why? He's a great kid!" Damien said, the twinkle now fully in his eye. I did not answer. I do not want to think about James Potter. It makes me so grossed out that I can't even eat!

"I'm going to bed," I announced, to get away from my thoughts. Sleeping requires no thinking at all.

"But Lily, it's only 7:00 - " Too late Constance, I'm already in my room. I quickly changed into my comfortable pajamas and layed down upon my bed. No more thinking of rotten James Potter. Just sleep Lily. Just sleep...

Apparantly, I had a dream with no other than James Potter.