Right, so my second fanfiction! This is part one of two, and again, please R&R. I'd love to get some CC :D

Lily Pov

Stomping through the library, making all the noise an elephant would, I searched for the familiar mop of black, messy hair. After I spotted it at the far back, I rushed toward it, ignoring the hole Madame Pince was burning in the back of my head. A group of terrified first years squeaked and scurried away (I wondered whether I, too, had been this mouse-like during first year) after they saw the beyond murderous expression on my face. I was going to kill him! Take that, admittedly attractive, neck of his, and snap it into half! How dare he do this to me again?

I reached my intended destination in a matter of seconds (time seemed to fly by when you were in a rage-induced haze) and called out in a murderous, low voice,

"Before I murder you and dump your corpse in the Great Lake, explain why you're in the library, on a fucking date, when you were supposed to be at the Head's Meeting, discussing the plans for the Christmas Ball with me!" I finished, shouting the last bit. A chorus of "Shhh"s greeted my completely justified exclamation. The head of tussled hair I was currently talking to turned so I could see the face of the boy I was going to slaughter.

Hazel eyes blinked owlishly back at me from behind the round glasses, although I could see a flicker of fear in them. Thick eyebrows were raised slightly, full lips parted, and a general expression of alarm was present. All in all, I was very please by the dear-caught-in-headlights moment I had created.

"I… Um… Lily! What're you doing here?" he questioned nervously, hand jumping up to mess up his already messy hair-Merlin knows how it could get any messier- but I understood why he'd want to. Hedid have really nice hair.

Merlin, Lily. Snap out of it! You can fantasize about his hair after you've made him grovel at your feet!

I put on an extra sugary expression, the kind that promised pain.

"Well, you see, I was in the Head Dormitories, waiting for the incompetent, moronic Head Boy to show up, when I realized that one hour was a bit too long to wait for said Head Boy to show up for a pre-planned meeting. So, I go up to his posse's dorm to chew him out, and what do I find? He's not there either! I grab the smallest of his merry men, and force him to tell me where the idiot I'm looking for might be. By the time I find out that he's in the library, on a fucking date, I am beyond murderous. I set out for the library, full intending to find the arsehole that is known as James Potter, which is why I'm currently standing in front of you, thinking of ways to hide your life-less body!" By the end, my expression had turned into the one that I usually had when dealing with the likes of Potter: rage. The receiver of my rant had a frightened, nervous expression on his face, and I'm pretty sure he was thinking along the lines of "Oh, fuck". Oh, fuck, indeed.

"Well, um, you see… I was… It's just that… err," before he could form a coherent sentence, though, his best friend, Sirius Black, stumbled in, dragging a very frazzled looking Remus Lupin behind him. Oh,joy. Looked like the whole fucking crew was here.

"Prongs! Prongs!" he panted, resembling a dog, "Prongs, you have to watch out! It's Lily. She's out for your blood! Here, I brought the…" he trailed off, finally noticing that the woman he was talking about was standing in front of him. Dark eyes found mine, which were narrowed, his lips forming an 'o', and he flipped a lock of black hair out of his face.

"I…um… Lily! What are you doing here?" he questioned, adopting a politely curious expression. His attempt at innocence failed. Miserably. The resemblance in thinking between Potter and Black threw me off a bit, though. They had said virtually the same think, albeit a bit differently.

"You know exactly what I'm doing here, Black. You were to warn him, weren't you?" I snarled. Sirius had the audacity to look taken aback.

"Warn him? Prongs? Why would I do that? I was just here to… to show Moony the dangers of the library. Yeah! Tell her, Moony!" and he pushed a disgruntled Remus in front of him.

Remus, for his part, acted as if this type of lunacy was completely normal, which, with Black around, it probably was. He blew a lock of light-brown hair out of his chocolate-colored eyes and glared at Sirius for a moment before turning to me.

"Yeah! Sirius was just showing me how… dangerous library occupants could be!" he said, although I could tell that he had made it up on the spot. On any other, normal, day, I might've appreciated his efforts. Too bad today wasn't any other day. I glared at him until he gulped nervously, and then rounded on James and slammed the palms of my hands onto the table, so that I was looking directly into his eyes.

"Listen to me, James, and listen carefully. I understand the first time you missed the meeting," I gestured toward Remus, "and I let the second time go because, hey, everyone makes mistakes. The third time, although I was a bit miffed that you had showed up thirty minutes late, you had a good excuse. Quidditch practice. But this? This? This is too much! I draw the line here, James! Have fun planning the whole Ball on your own, Potter, because I sure as hell am not helping you!" Since I was in the library, I couldn't do more than whisper-shout, and still I got more "Shhh"s, but I think I got my point across well enough. James looked as if he had been hit by a bludger.

"You… you want me to plan the whole Ball? By myself? Lily, I can't do that! I'll fail at it, and it'll be a complete wreck! Please, Lily! Plus, this wasn't even a date! It was just a tutoring session that… went a bit longer than expected."

"A bit longer than expected? Oh, yeah, James. It was only a whole bloody hour that I sat in the dormitory, waiting for you, wasting my time and looking like a bloody idiot," I retorted at his awful attempt to placate me, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Why don't we just hold the meeting here? I mean, we have both Sirius and Remus here, not to mention Olivia. Please, Lily, I need your help! I'm completely rubbish at organizing anything like Balls. Not everyone is as amazing as you! Please, Roots! I can't do this without you," he finished off in a whisper, giving me sad, puppy-dog eyes. Perhaps it was the pleading, or the "I can't do this without you", or maybe even the rather ridiculous nickname (Roots. As in Ginger Roots. Yes, I wasn't amused either), but I huffed and, with a "Merlin, I don't even know why I'm doing this," I pulled out a chair and sat across from James. Sirius and Remus took that as some sort of signal, and they too sat at opposite ends of the six-seat table.

For the first time, I took note of this 'Olivia' character. Gorgeous brown hair tumbled just past her shoulders, ending in elegant curls. Prominent cheekbones, full lips, and beautiful, big blue eyes decorated her face. She was gorgeous, the type of girl that every guy wanted and every girl wanted to be, and she seemed to know it, if the holier-than-thou expression on her face as she looked me over was anything to judge by. She seemed to be a sixth year, and the current object of James' affection. I narrowed my eyes as she sneered slightly at me (Merlin, she even did that prettily), and then turned to James, as if I didn't exist.

"So, you were teaching me the Theory of Transfiguration?" she asked, and her voice was so sweet, I was afraid I would have a heart attack from the sugar overload.

"Actually," I interrupted (I really didn't care if I was being rude. Who did this girl think she was?) "We were going to discuss the Ball. Do you have any ideas, Olivia?" I asked. Nothing wrong with trying to be friendly.

"No, Lily. I've got more important things to think about than a Ball. Besides, I already have a date. You're taking me, aren't you James?"

Well, there went my attempt.

"Er, actually, Olive," (she had a nickname too? One that was better than mine? I wasn't jealous. Really. I didn't even care), "I should let you know, I have to escort the Head Girl in first. We can still go together! I'd love to, really, but I have to escort Lily first," he finished off apologetically. He had made it seem as if I was forcing him to go with me, as if it was an unpleasant chore he had to do. I was hurt, and I don't think my attempt at concealing it went that well. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Remus slap his forehead, as if saying, "Idiot!"

"You don't have to escort me, Potter. Especially if it's such a big problem. I'm sure we can talk to McGonagall, and she can have someone else escort me in."

James looked slightly alarmed.

"No! That's not what I meant. I'd love to escort you, Lily."

"Wait, so you're choosing her over me?" questioned Olivia, in an I-don't-believe-this tone.

"No! I'm not!" James looked extremely harried now. He sighed, and started,

"Olive, I really want to go to the Christmas Ball with you, but I think that it will be completely unfair to Lily if I don't escort her. Plus, it's not like anything's going on between us. We're just friends," he finished, accompanied by a charming smile toward Olivia, ignoring me. Merlin, what was it with people and ignoring me? Was today National-Ignore-Lily day or something? I would've chewed James out for that, but the whole 'just friends' thing had, for some unfathomable reason, saddened me a bit.

"Well, alright. I suppose… if you're not taking her…" Olivia trailed off and gave him a small smile.

"Yes, I'm fine with it as well," I stated, pissed off. They were acting as if I wasn't even here!

"Of course, Lily. I'm glad you're fine with it. Thank you for going along with it. I truly am grateful," James said, smiling charmingly at me a well. Unintentionally, my heart did a small jig. Without thinking about it, I smiled back.

James had changed from the boy he had been in fifth year, to the much more mature man that was in front of me. It seemed as if he had been transfigured into someone new. He had stopped bullying people unnecessarily and had, truly, matured into someone that I genuinely enjoyed being with. Pranks, although not decreasing, had been changed so that they weren't as juvenile or immature. The most obvious change, however, was the fact that he had stopped asking me out 24/7. In fact, he had been the one to put forward the 'just friends' thing. Sometimes, I would actually find myself enjoying the mischief caused by the band of boys. Of course, the whole Head Boy thing had changed him as well. I had been expecting him to slack off, and be completely unconcerned with the job, but he had taken it very seriously. A natural-born leader, James was easy-to-follow, charismatic, and charming. I could see why, even though they didn't want to admit it, many teachers loved him and Sirius, who was equally, if not more, charming and charismatic.

I was pulled out of my nostalgic thoughts by James' voice,

"Uh, Lily… aren't we supposed to be discussing the Ball?"

"Oh, uh, yeah! So, do you have any ideas?" I asked.

We spent about five minutes talking about the Ball, discussing decorations, when we were rudely interrupted by Olivia.

"Um, listen, James, I was wondering… can I pitch in my ideas as well? I was hoping you wouldn't mind…" she said, and fluttered her eyelashes. That bitch! I had just asked her whether she had any ideas, and she had refused my attempt. Now she was asking James? I had just opened my mouth to say, "No, you can't. Sorry," when James said,

"Sure! That'd be great,"

The next five minutes were spent on Olivia and James discussing the Ball, for whenever I tried to pitch in, Olivia would cut me off, in an inconspicuous way, so the ever-oblivious James didn't know what was going on.

Even if she made it obvious, I bet James wouldn't notice. He'd be too busy staring at her and trying to woo her to actually realize what was going on, I though bitterly.

"Lily, you're unusually quiet. Don't you have any ideas?" James asked, in a teasing tone. Oh, so he had noticed me? I glared in return, then glared at Olivia. I was going to give him a piece of my mind!

"Well, I think that you and Olivia have it covered. Do tell me when you're done, will you? If it's not too much trouble to extract yourself from Olive, that is," I said sarcastically. Pushing my chair back, I stood up and stormed off. I couldn't stand to be near Olivia anymore, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she was basically dating James Potter.

Behind me, James let our a frustrated "Merlin, Lily!" and I heard Sirius go,

"Oooh, you've done it now, mate!"

As I was rushing off, I looked behind me, and was met with the oh-so pleasant view of Olivia slobbering over James. A surge of emotions- Anger? Hurt? Betrayal?- coursed through me, and I wanted to punch both of them as hard as possible. Jinxing them wouldn't give me the proper satisfaction.

Only later, in the quiet of the hallway found on a Saturday, would I realize the most prominent emotion I had felt: Jealousy. Which meant... the frightening epiphany froze me in my tracks, as if I had been hit with Petrificus Totalus. I felt my eyes widen in alarm, my jaw open up in realization, my eyebrows climb higher up my forehead. I was falling for him. I was falling for James Bloody Potter.

Sirius PoV

"... if it's not too much trouble to extract yourself from Olive, that is," Lily said, sarcasm oozing from her tone. Prongs, for his part, looked completely and utterly lost. As Lily stormed off, and Prongs exclaimed "Merlin, Lily!", I said,

"Oooh, you've done it now, mate!"

Moony shot me a glare, and Prongs was still staring at Lily's receding back, staring after her flabbergasted. What an idiot. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go after her, you git! Merlin, even I know not to let a bird storm off like that!"

That seemed to wake him up, but before he could do more than push his chair back, Olivia pulled him toward herself and kissed him full on the mouth. James, who was momentarily distracted by her feminine wiles, didn't push her back. Of course, that was the exact moment Lily chose to look back, and hurt-and was that jealousy?- flashed across her face before she turned back and redoubled her efforts to get as far away as possible from Olivia, not that I could blame her. Olivia seemed to be the whiny type of girlfriend, the one that wanted you all to herself, the one that didn't like it when you hung out with mates.

James finally pushed Olivia back.

"What the hell, Olivia? What is your problem?" James whisper-yelled-it would do no good to be kicked out of the library right now- and ran a hand through his hair, swearing.

"Great! Now I don't even know where she is!" he exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice. Moony sighed and ran a hand across his face, as if saying "Why do I have to deal with this?". In a tired voice, he said,

"Use the Map, James."

"The Map!" James slapped his forehead," Of course! How could I have

forgotten the Map?"

"I dunno, mate. You seem to do a lot of stupid things where one Lily Evans is concerned," I said, reaching into my pocket and taking out a Chocolate Frog. Drama was so exhausting!

"Sirius, how can you be eating at a time like this?" James asked, revulsion in his voice. I shrugged.

"Easy. I'm hungry," I said in a nonchalant manner.

"But... but James," Olivia whined, "Why are you going after her? I

thought... I thought we had something," she sniffed. I gritted my teeth in frustration. She was so annoying! Didn't she get that James wasn't that interested? He had pushed her away, after all.

"No, sweetie, you two don't. But if you want a quick snog..." I trailed off and winked, "I'm always here."

She sneered at me and I took a bite of my Chocolate Frog. As I watched James run off to find his beloved, Map in hand, I turned to Remus,

"This is why I never get too serious. Birds are too high-maintenance!"

Remus rolled his eyes.

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~SCYS