Chapter 1.

The Head Boy and Head Girl

"Oh, thank gosh! We made it on time!" breathed Lily Evans as she placed her luggage into her usual compartment on the Hogwarts Express.

"Yeah, I know. We really had to run for it," replied Elizabeth Dunn who was following Lily into the compartment.

"You know, Lily, I think you ran someone over with your trolley as we passed through the barrier. Poor bloke, probably didn't see it coming," laughed Gwen, who was right behind Elizabeth.

"Ha, don't be silly. It was Liz who ran over someone," Lily retorted playfully.

"Hey, well, I tried not to run over him but he was in the way," said Elizabeth, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Well, anyways, it's good to finally be getting back to Hogwarts. I don't know if I could last another damn day with my sister Petunia. I mean, what in hell is her bloody problem?"

"Ah, Lily, well at least you have a sister."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Lily, Elizabeth, and Gwen were all on their 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. This was their final year at Wizarding School and the girls had been through so much. What with the uprising of an evil wizard named Lord Voldemort, things weren't going too easy for witches and wizards around the world. Things were especially hard for the muggle-born magic people. So, naturally Lily wanted to prove every one of those non-muggle-borns that she was just as good as them. Sure enough the beautiful redhead with mesmerizing green eyes proved a lot of people wrong. She started off by becoming the student with highest grades in over a decade, then by becoming Head Girl. Not to mention she was pretty popular with almost the whole school, even with a few of the Slytherins. In a nutshell, Lily Evans was the perfect student.

Lily had been friends with Elizabeth and Gwen ever since their first year at Hogwarts. All three girls were a part of Gryffindor. Elizabeth had long dark brown hair and light green eyes. She was a bit of a bookworm and it was rare to see her outside. She was calm and composed but she also had a sense of adventure. This gave the group of girls the background they needed.

Next, came Gwen, who was wild and outspoken. When she wanted something, hell, she'd go out and get it. Unlike her two best friends, Gwen was the one who didn't like to plan her actions, which was the reason why she always seemed to get into a bit of trouble now and then. The ecstatic blue-eyed blonde was just what the girls would call 'The Life of the Party'. Although she was mostly a prankster Gwen also had brains.

Which always seemed to come out at the most peculiar time.

So together the girls became know as the Intellegents. Over ruling the school with their brains, beauty, and wits.

"Oy, Lily, how are things going with that Potter boy? Is the jerk still bothering you?" asked Gwen curiously. The trio had finally settled in and were now taking the time to relax until they reached Hogsmead Station.

"Argh! Don't even say his name! Gosh, it's amazing at how arrogant that boy is! Do you know how many owls he sent me over the summer?!"

"No, how many?" Elizabeth asked, not really paying attention but still participating in the conversation.

"He sent me over 50! Can you believe him?! Gosh, I swear, if he even tries to talk

to-"

"Hello, Evans!"

"Uh, oh," muttered Gwen.

"Speak of the devil," said Elizabeth, turning her head to where the voice came from. There, in front of the compartment door stood a handsome boy with looks to die for. He had hazel eyes and messy jet-black hair.

"Damn it, please don't tell me its him," mouthed Lily to Elizabeth.

"Well dear, I could say it's not him, but I'd be lying." Elizabeth whispered.

"Hey Evans, your looking beautiful today," beamed James Potter.

"Hmph," replied Lily under her breath, still not daring to turn around towards the compartment door.

"Pardon?" asked James politely. He looked over to Gwen, who just shrugged at him and busied herself with a book about Quidditch.

Gaining control of herself, Lily put on her fakest smile and turned to face James to ask him why he was there.

"Oh, well, we have a meeting, you know, with the Prefects and Dumbledor. Just to let you know, Evans, you're a bit late already."

"Huh? What?! Oh, Damn! The meeting! I totally forgot. And how did you know?!" Lily asked franticly, shooting an angry glance at James. At the same time clearly not noticing James' Head Boy badge that was pinned on to his muggle shirt.

"Well, Evans, it seems I've been picked for Head Boy," he said, pointing to his badge.

Lily's eyes seemed to have popped out of her head. 'James just can't be Head Boy. That would be absurd,' she thought as she placed her hands over her face and called out for Elizabeth.

"Yes, Lil?"

"Uh…please tell me this isn't true," she mumbled, already knowing the answer.

"Sorry Lily, but Potter is Head Boy," she replied, sympathetically.

Lily moaned then removed her hands from her face.

"Well, hey! I can't be that bad, Evans," James grinned as he stepped inside the compartment and closed the door behind him. Just as he was about to approach the angered Lily, a loud voice was heard from the corridor.

"JAMES! HEY MATE! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Not long afterwards, someone slid the compartment door open and peeked their head inside.

"Oy! There you are. Been looking all over for you, Prongs," said a handsome boy by the name of Sirius Black.

"I though you didn't make it on the train after that girl ran you over with a tro- oh, why hello there Lilzgwe," he said, noticing the three girls that James was with.

"What did you just day?" asked Lily; looking very displeased that Sirius had joined their group.

"Oh, well I didn't feel like saying each of your names, so, I just ran them all together," said Sirius innocently. Gwen giggled at this.

"Yeah, well anyways, James, Dumbledore is searching for you. Said that they're waiting for the two of you so that they can start their boring meeting."

"Oh, yeah. Tell them the Head Boy and Girl," he eyed Lily, "are on their way."

"Yeah, yeah, just go already, before the Headmaster has a fit," said Sirius, waving a hand at them to go on. Sirius now had his full attention on Elizabeth, who looked just as annoyed as Lily.

"Now come along, Evans," James said, grabbing Lily by the arm and dragging her out of the compartment. She yelped as his strong hand gently tugged at her, sending a slight shiver down her back. 'Wow, he really does look cute wearing those muggle clothes,' she though. 'No, wait! What the hell am I thinking?!' she asked herself silently, coming back to reality. 'Oh God, I'm just going to completely ignore that I was thinking that.'

They reached a compartment in the front of the train. James now had a large red hand mark on his face because he wouldn't let go of Lily's arm. She ignored him as she slid open the door to the compartment. Inside was a large tray of snacks in the middle of a large room. It amazed Lily at how small it looked from the outside, and then she remembered that this was the wizarding world.

After looking around the room she noticed that everyone was staring at her, including Professor Dumbledore.

"Hello, Miss Evans. Would you kindly take a seat as we begin our meeting?" said the aged man with a slight smile.

"Oh…yeah, sorry I'm late," she murmured, taking a seat next to a Hufflepuff Prefect. James sat on the right of Lily, giving her a little wink. She shrugged it off and waited for the Headmaster to begin.

James Potter sighed sadly as he glanced at Lily Evans. It had already been three years that he'd had his eye on the redhead and she hadn't even considered his pleas for her to go out with him.

James had barely been listening throughout the whole meeting until Professor Dumbledore dismissed everyone.

"Hey Potter, where do you think you're going?" hissed Lily. "Professor Dumbledore needs to speak with us." Lily then grabbed James by the neck of his shirt and pulled him back inside.

"Damn it, Evans. Don't you think you should be a little less aggressive?" said James heatedly.

"Just sit and be quiet. He wants us to wait for a moment." Lily pushed him to a seat before taking her own.

They waited for a couple of minutes in silence. James didn't like the stiffness of the room so he decided that small talk would be a good icebreaker.

"So, did you get any of my letters?" he asked. Clearly this was the wrong thing to ask because Lily began to burst out with insults.

"Potter! I swear, if you even mess this up for me this year I'll-," but whatever Lily was going to say was interrupted by a small "ahem".

The two teenagers turned to where the noise came from and saw Professor Dumbledore making his way to a seat. They watched as he settled his twinkling blue eyes on them, giving James a warm feeling of home.

"First of all, I would like to say welcome to your final year at Hogwarts. You two have been chosen as the Heads of your school and I am sure that you will do a magnificent job at guiding your fellow students through the year. Now as being the Head Boy and Girl you will now be recommended to stay in Head Person's Dormitories. Which means you must live in the same quarters. The Head's Dormitory shares a common room as well as a bathroom. I hope that you will enjoy your new rooms and I do hope that you will confide in any of the Professors, myself included, if anything needs to be sorted out."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he looked upon the faces of James and Lily. They both had no idea that they would be sharing their living areas with one another. For James, this was exactly the chance he had been waiting for. As for Lily, she wasn't too thrilled at having to be around James for a long period of time.

"Umm…but Professor, what if we would prefer to live in our old dormitories?" she asked cautiously.

"Well, Miss Evans, I feel that as you are Head Girl, it would be best to live in your new quarters. But, if you feel that you would prefer to stay in the Gryffindor Dormitory then I don't see why there would be a problem. Although, its not as though your new dormitory would be far from your old one, being as it is always close to the Head's old dormitory no matter what house they come from."

"Oh, I see. Well, could I keep my options open? Could I just have a few days to see if I'd like it or not and then make up my mind?"

"Yes, of course, as long as you are comfortable with your surroundings. As goes for you, Mr. Potter.

James nodded.

"Oh, and this is the compartment for the both of you. So, I might suggest that you invite your friends to join you," said Dumbledore with a gleam in his eyes. "Now then, if there is nothing more to ask of me, I'll be on my way."

Giving them a slight nod, he pulled out an old glove from inside his robes and muttered something under his breath. The glove gave off a slight glow then returned to its original state. Dumbledore then placed a finger inside the glove and was gone in an instant. Leaving James and Lily by themselves once again.

"Hm, I was wondering how he was going to get back to Hogwarts." Lily thought out loud.

"Wha? Couldn't he just Apparate?"

Lily snorted at his answer.

"No, you can't Apparate or Disapparate on Hogwarts grounds. Honestly, haven't you read Hogwart: A History?"

"Sorry, it was just a question. Don't have to bit my bloody head off, Evans," said James, pretending to be angry.

"Anyways, I'm going back to my compartment. I can't stand being near you."

Lily turned towards the door to let herself out.

"Wait!" shouted James as he grabbed Lily's arm.

"What?" she asked, heatedly.

"Why not call your friends over here? Hell, this place is big enough to fit five griffins. Come on, Lily," he pleaded.

Lily was taken aback.

James had never called her by her first name before.

"Come on. You know you want to hang out with me," he teased.

"Please, Potter. Can you be any thicker then you are now?" retorted Lily; rolling her eyes.

"Hm…I probably could, but let's not get into that."

Smirked James as Lily sighed dramatically. Turning away from James, she walked back to where her friends were. James looked at her longingly, and then called for her to wait for him. She ignored him and walked on, swaying her hips almost teasingly from side to side.

'Blimey, she's hot when she's angry,' thought James. After a few minutes of just standing in the middle of the corridor, he shook himself out of his thoughts and followed the girl of his dreams.